With the world on fire, Abby is forced to reckon with the history of racism, police violence and grief and her complicity in it. Tasked with writing her company’s “Black Lives Matter solidarity statement,” an exhausted Abby drifts in and out of the kind of nightmares that don’t necessarily stop when you wake up. It’s going to get worse before it gets better.

Masking up to brave the outside world, Abby wills herself to overcome her fear of germs and the unknown to visit Edward in the hospital. Father and daughter reflect on their fraught relationship, acknowledge newfound similarities, all while searching for a bit of hope, humor, and, eventually, healing. It’s called therapy, ever heard of it?