In times of terror, where do we find the strength to survive our darkest captivity? A woman sits alone in a prison cell, reflecting on her life and trying to draw courage and strength from that remembrance. There were good times with her babies, bad times with an adulterous husband, and meaningless times with a never-ending quest for physical beauty. She also spars with a prison officer, as strong-willed as she, who is methodical and persistent in his quest for the truth. How far will he go? Are either one of them telling the truth? Who is guilty, who is innocent, and can violence in the name of a cause ever be justified?
