The singing woke her up.
Sarita is three months into motherhood, running on no sleep, alone in the house while her husband travels for work. When a voice comes through the baby monitor at 2 a.m., she tells herself it's interference. A signal bleeding over from a neighbor's monitor.
She switches the channel. She locks the frequency. The voice comes back anyway.
Her husband says it's nothing. Her mother says she needs sleep.
"A domestic thriller about a baby monitor and the voice she can't escape."