By the end of the summer of 2001, the residents of The Mallory – a thirteen-story apartment building in lower Manhattan – have been neighbors for over a decade, yet they have little to connect them other than the doorman who welcomes them home each day. Nor do they care to know what takes place above and below the confines of their units, each comprising an entire floor. They are instead consumed by their own stories. Among them: A grieving man struggles to come to terms with the death of his longtime partner, a successful divorce attorney faces the toxicity of his own marriage, the grandson of a minister questions his faith and a broadcast journalist looks upon the loving marriage of her closest friends with envy.
As they tell their stories, one floor at a time beginning with the doorman in the lobby, they are ascending toward the cataclysmic event that will inextricably link them.