An assaulted teen gives birth in the deep south and receives conflicting narratives about her infant's fate. 36 years later, her mother gives a deathbed confession that the baby never died.

A filmmaker helps her uncover the truth.

It takes more than 90 minutes to get to the point that could have been told in ten. This documentary is slower than molasses and comes up short in every way.

The characters all talk in slow motion the exposition is in slow motion and then there's no payoff. They interview the woman involved and her place is a mess. Bottles of alcohol all over and dirt on the floor. You couldn't cleanup for the cameras?

And the mother in this is a witch.

The filmmaker/narrator really needs to get a real job.