There is regret, and there is potential regret.



He called himself Roy. He was unburdened by any sense of morality or conscience.



His partner, similarly unburdened, called herself Annabelle.



Their symbiosis - how they came to be, how they found each other - is one story.



Suffice to say, though, that their moving that summer into the rental townhouse immediately next door to people as fundamentally naive and curious as Marnie (a sheltered past) and her boyfriend Steve (hail fellow, well met!) was equivalent, in potential disaster, to a target shooting range being located right next to a golf course.



Facing it.



Overlooking it.