EXT. to INT. - SONNICKER HOUSE - MORNING
Kinsey slipped out of her open car door, balancing a box of donuts in one hand and a tray of coffee in the other, her keys dangling from the side of her purse. She shuffled the ungainly box in an attempt to hook the paper bag of treats sitting on her seat, just nabbing it with questing fingers.
She grinned to herself as she kicked her door shut and headed for the front of the house. The quiet, suburban neighborhood felt like something out of a TV show. She'd grown up in a mansion back in Boston with her grandmother and rarely had the opportunity to visit with friends she made in school. Who was she kidding? Margot DanAllart kept such a tight rein on her all those years ago, Kinsey was lucky she was allowed to talk to other kids, let alone go to sc
