After a violent fall, Lucía is taken to a secluded house in Patagonia to recover. Far from the life she knows, she wakes to silence, medication, and the constant presence of her husband, Andrés, and his cousin, Inés, whose calm attentiveness begins to feel impossible to read. The house is beautiful, ordered, and strangely airless. Time slips. Memories fray. Small details refuse to settle into place. What should feel like refuge starts to feel like something else entirely.
As Lucía struggles to regain her strength, she becomes increasingly unsure of what is happening around her—and of what she is meant to believe. In a world of hushed rooms, missing certainties, and gestures that seem to conceal more than they reveal, the line between care and control begins to blur.
