Don't Go Alone

Can perfect husbands be killers?

One year after her daughter Emma vanishes, Elise Monroe still doesn’t sleep.

Her smart home records everything. Doors lock. Cameras pan on their own; microphones wake without a word. Lights flicker awake at 3:12 a.m.—unbidden.

Her psychologist husband, Greg, says she’s stressed. He smiles. He explains. He controls.

Then Emma’s friend Jenna disappears. The pattern returns—cold, precise. Detective Dana Hart notes overlaps. Elise follows breadcrumbs: deleted clips, a muddied necklace, a shredded diary.

The house seems to obey Greg, not her. It listens. It remembers. It lies.

Greg tightens the net—therapy “check-ins,” rewritten timelines, pills that fog the edges. 

Elise doubts every memory. Is she unreliable—or being rewritten?

Then, secrets appear in plain sight: a shed box labeled “Evidence,” an encrypted drive tied to Emma’s birthday, a basement room that shouldn’t exist.

Someone watches. Someone steers. And the man who says he loves her holds the map.

When the final lock clicks, will the truth free her—or bury her in her own house?