The dancer. The mother. The cop. The artist. The wife.
These women live by countless unspoken rules. How to dress; who to trust; and which streets are safe and which are not. The rules grow out of a kaleidoscope of fear, anguish, power, loss and hope. Maybe it is only these rules which keep them alive.
When their neighbourhood is rocked by two murders, the careful existence these women have built for themselves begins to crumble.
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