Elana Diamond's 35th birthday isn't much to celebrate. She's still alone and depressed, so this year the make-a-wish-candles can do you-know-what with themselves. And her arch rival at work, who thanks to her flawless judgment also happens to be her ex-fiancé, is being groomed to fire her. Fighting to keep her job, she can't afford to pay attention to her non-existent personal life, much less the sudden rash of suicides going on in Manhattan?all professional women, all just like her. Then someone closely connected to Elana becomes the next suicide. She can no longer ignore the dying women, or anything else. An intense, secretive reporter surfaces, claims to be a friend, but he's a little too knowledgeable, a little too curious. Reluctantly, Elana tries to figure out why the suicide happened, and if this reporter is involved. She finds herself lured into a consuming world of shame and dieting, where going under a medically induced vanity coma to lose weight makes sense. A kind neurologist tries to help, but when Elana finds out what really happened with the suicide, she's in so deep she might not survive it. Anyone who tries to help her won't either. And no one seems interested in facing the truth. Racing against time, and fighting her own demons, Elana must try to find enough evidence for the truth to be heard, whether or not she makes it.