Beverly Weston finds herself adrift. Her spouse is dead and her two adult daughters have not produced the thing that Beverly wants most – a grandchild. She’s moved to Florida, but is having a hard time settling in, so the former children’s book illustrator begins to paint a portrait of the grandchild she longs for. It’s cold comfort though, and then she finds the bones of a child who met a violent end buried in her yard. As Beverly searches for the child’s identity and answers about how they died, she senses something happening in her home. And her portrait appears to be morphing into something other than what she painted. Is she crazy, or is she haunted?