This: this is about us. Always. An opportunity. A gift. A chance to come together again. And you want it as much as I do.

Thank you for unhinging my sanity, threatening the stability of my life, with one text. Because that's how it begins, one text, one message. I'm coming to town. Would like to see you.

And I think, why not? Old friend. Oldest of friends. Favourite of ex-lovers. Married now, as am I. Both anchored in lives full of obligation, responsibility to others. Safe. What's the harm? We're neither one of us stupid enough to risk our marriages, our families, our real lives. Are we?

As Jane sexts her lover and attempts to figure out how this aspect of herself fits into the obligations of marriage and motherhood, other relationships around her strain, fracture, and collapse.

Her best friend is recklessly pursuing a series of cyber-affairs, while another friend attempts an open, polyamorous marriage. Her next-door neighbour is planning a wedding with her on-again/off-again lover-but will it really happen?

Meanwhile her lawyer-husband is exchanging a lot of texts with an adoring young associate. Does Jane care? Or is she too engulfed in her own sanity-straining cyber affair to really notice?