The Mother-in-Law Suite

Every house has a door you're not supposed to open.

Adelaide Hurst thought she was doing the right thing when she welcomed her mother-in-law, Genevieve, into their home's private suite to recover from a stroke. But the shared walls of their Connecticut colonial soon become the boundaries of a claustrophobic nightmare. It starts with small discrepancies: Genevieve's supposedly weak left hand effortlessly opening a jar, and a doorbell camera repeatedly blinded by an infrared clip during late-night visits from a faceless man in a charcoal coat.

As Adelaide investigates, she uncovers a terrifying reality. The man isn't a health aide-he's a ruthless family law attorney. Genevieve isn't just recovering; she is fabricating an incident log to frame Adelaide as an unfit, unstable mother. And Neil, Adelaide's meticulous husband, is secretly draining their joint savings to fund a custody battle against her while she sleeps right beside him.

Isolated and gaslit, Adelaide realizes she is the target of a meticulously constructed legal and psychological trap designed to strip her of her home, her finances, and her seven-year-old daughter, Ivy. Adelaide must build her own counter-dossier before the trap springs shut. But in a house where signatures can be forged and every camera manipulated, proving her sanity might cost her everything.