None of you know each other, you see your husband only one day a week. Thursday.
But you don't care, you love him that much. Or at least that's what you've told yourself...
And then, one day it all changes.
You thought you were fine with this, with only having a fraction of a husband. But you can't help yourself, you start to dig.
You begin tracking them down, the other days...
Who is Monday and why does she have bruises on her arms? Is she being abused? By who? Her husband? Your husband? What else is he keeping from you? And who is he, really?