Caroline has a newborn, no sleep, and a husband who’s finally landed a job at a Big Tech outfit called Corridor, doing work he won’t talk about for money that fixes everything. He suggests a summer on Haven, the private island where Corridor people go. She says yes, thinking sun and swimming will loosen him up. What’s there instead is a very pleasant enclave where the locals answer sideways, three teenage girls turn up out of a pool grinning and calling her son Gabey, and something is running underneath the whole arrangement. Then the baby is gone. Katz writes early motherhood as straight horror — the exhaustion, the exposure, the way nobody sees you — and the corporate part as a religion people are glad to join.