Aiden Ashley has problems. Her SO Anna Claire Clouds is out of town, having split in the night after their anniversary-celebration bang, friend Seth Gamble is sniffing around to add "with benefits" to his ranking, and her publisher is nagging her to finish her novel, which she can't progress on—yelling "That sucks!" at her computer despite the conspicuous RELAX sign and serene Buddha on her desk. Her evening candlelit tub soak is rudely interrupted by the sound of her front door opening, and after an eerie towel-wrapped walkaround—with a mysterious figure passing behind her—she is only slightly mollified to wake up from it being a dream, with Casey Calvert offering her coffee ("Your front door was open. You really ought to be more careful.") and, later, suggesting she modify her meds "after all you've been through" and oh by the way about the book ... "I am your friend. But I am also your literary agent."

Alone again (naturally), Ashley imagines Clouds at a reception of her art at a gallery, getting propositioned by Gamble despite her protestations that she's married ("I won’t tell if you won't.") and imagining Clouds having a hard fast quickie with Gamble in the gallery bathroom. When Ashley confronts Clouds and Clouds says, "It wasn't what you think," the viewer wonders how much of this is real and how much is Ashley's imagination. When Gamble knocks on her door to "deliver a package" that was already on her doorstep and invites her to dinner, she accepts.

At dinner she admits that she's not sure what the new book is about and she's totally blocked. When she gets ready to meet with her publisher the next day, she asks Clouds for a good-luck kiss and Clouds, sketching at an easel, replies, "I can't ... I'm dead," as Ashley looks at her shrink Chris Cock and says, "I think I'm going crazy. It all just felt so real. I just can't escape the ghost of her. The guilt is just destroying me."

"You did not kill your wife," he tells her. "You are not responsible for her murder." 

"But I am. I never should have left her alone that night."

Back from the shrink, Ashley pulls pills and wine out of a shopping bag and there's a knock on the door. Calvert. Seething. "Did you just decide not to show up for the meeting today? ... You just made me look like a total fucking idiot. They're going to sue you to get the advance back." Ashley avers that she went to her shrink, which upsets Calvert because she's in a relationship with him. ("Why didn’t you tell me?" "HIPPA.") 

Ashley dreams—or maybe flashes back—to a confrontation with Clouds that gives the impression that maybe Ashley is responsible for Clouds' death after all. When Cock reassures her that "Grief doesn't have a timeline," she responds, "This isn't about grief. Either my house is haunted or I'm going crazy." 

Or maybe both.

Director/screenwriter Stormy Daniels makes a triumphant return after several years of inactivity, with a script that keeps the viewer guessing and directorial choices that keep the eye engaged. Well done.