When the faith in her polygamist cult and its leader, who also happens to be her husband, turns to horror, Amaranth steals away with her heavily indoctrinated daughters and washes up on a farmhouse porch in Oklahoma. While I'd usually eat up a story about such a community for the puerile interest...
She does not know what she will find behind the locked door. She can almost picture Bradley’s wife there, imprisoned for threatening to leave, now deranged and knocking, wasting away. Or perhaps it is some twisted, demented child there, the son he won’t acknowledge, the son he fears. Gothic plots...