Damned anti-feminist, Stine says to her husband Fillip. But she doesn’t know a thing. Because Fillip hasn’t told her about what happened when he was a child. When he has to clear out his mother’s house after her death, the smell of cheap perfume and cigarettes still lingers. Among all her belongings, Fillip finds his old diary – where he wrote about everything. Now he must face how the experiences of his childhood home has affected him and his family.