The Bastards have left the city behind. Their house in the countryside smells of nothing but summer. Five girls and five boys living in the moment, for the moment. No outsider comes around here, and all the insiders take turns standing guard, kissing each other, playing dead. They are still kids. They are your kids. They are our Bastards.

The doorbell rings. A mysterious woman opens the door. George is only trying to do his job, but things go terribly wrong.

Anna slowly fills her home with second-hand furniture, carrying the invisible weight of other people’s lives, until she must let go of something of her own.