A deliciously sinister slice of 1950’s suburban suspense.
Welcome to Willowbrook Heights, 1956. Where every wife is perfect, or so it seems.
Evelyn Harding is messy, opinionated, and a terrible cook. So when she moves into a pristine mid-century suburb, she knows she doesn't fit in. But "not fitting in" takes a deadly turn when she meets Mrs. Patricia Wilcox, the neighborhood's head-to-toe pink matriarch who measures front hedges with a ruler—and notes down non-compliance on a cold steel clipboard.
Soon, the neighborhood wives begin to change. They speak in eerie unison. And when a wife dares to express an independent thought, she disappears—only to return days later with a vacant smile, immaculate hair, and an unnerving devotion to the community handbook.
Because in Willowbrook Heights, perfection isn't a goal.
It's a production line.
