Tabitha can’t remember that terrible day at all. What happened? Why did Stuart come to her house, and why was his bloodied body wrapped in plastic film found in her shed the next morning? Every clue points to Tabitha; her neighbors all accuse her, and even the lawyer advises her to admit guilt in order to reduce her prison term. But the girl doesn’t believe she’s guilty and makes a risky decision: refuse the defense and try to restore the truth herself. It’s hard to play detective without leaving your cell, but little by little, dirty secrets of Tabitha’s neighbors start to surface before her— their true faces, so unlike the masks of respectable bourgeois people they’re used to wearing their whole lives.