little girls alone in the woods

In an ordinary street, in an ordinary suburb, in an ordinary town, something is amiss. It's not the maths exam the teens are about to fail, or the overdue essay. It's not global warming or fast-fashion sweatshops. It's a low buzz of anxiety, a quiet terror in the middle of the night. Because girls have been going missing. They've either walked off into the bush to live out some wild fantasy - or - or - The adults aren't taking any chances.