Polly plays with her dollhouse. Sarah, her mother, doesn't let her play outside, so it's one of the only ways she gets to use her imagination.
Across the road, someone is watching. They've made notes on what happens, and they're waiting for just the right moment to strike.
And that moment is tonight.
Across the road, someone is watching. They've made notes on what happens, and they're waiting for just the right moment to strike.
And that moment is tonight.