Watching. Watching. Always watching. Since her beloved husband passed away, all seventy-two-year-old Hazel has are her memories, the radio news and the view from her window - across the beautiful, leafy suburb … and directly into her neighbours’ lives. Just what is Alan doing digging in the garden? And where is Carol, his wife? She has witnessed his violence, through the window, and now she fears for Carol’s life. But Hazel is an old lady, and she knows that things aren’t quite right with her mind. Her memory is failing her, and when she receives a note from her dead husband, accusing her of murdering him, she begins to wonder if she is also losing her grip on reality. Hazel’s discoveries, as she tries to make sense of things, force her to face not only the uncomfortable truth about her neighbours and the violent consequences of her interference but also the twisted, bloody truth about her own past.