Antigone is no stranger to death. For the women of her family, death always comes in the form of a black dog. When Antigone's own black dog arrives, she isn't afraid. She invites it inside, where it soon becomes a daily source of companionship and comfort. It also forces her to reflect on the life she's led-the parts of herself she's hollowed out for the sake of others, and the bone-deep exhaustion that's hounded her every step. Her Death's arrival must be a sign, permission to finally let go. To rest. Because while mortality is inevitable, living is a choice. But a good death comes at a price.