The Hidden Girls by Rebecca Whitney
As I read it
by Nguyen Chanh
Ruth “used to be someone. She had responsibilities, budgets, an assistant, she did lunch and shop at Liberty,” always “ready to respond to her client’s needs” and always “[going] to the extra mile.” Few people knew that she was living with a wound hidden away deep inside. Ruth was not much older than fifteen and her sister Tam than sixteen when they were enjoying bathing in the sea, and they were too far from the shore when Tam urged her to to get back and not tell their parents where she was, which she did. Tam was never back.
Tam was not just any sister. “She was brilliant at anything- star pupil, footballer, loads of friends. She was destined to go really far.” “Their parents were so proud of her,” “had so many plans for her.” “They all but said outright that they’d never forgive [Ruth] for Tam’s going missing.” In the aftermath of the tragedy Ruth struggled with depression, and for a short period was hospitalized.”
Ruth’s ordeal came back with a revenge when, happily married, she gave birth and had post partum psychosis, hearing screams in the middle of the night and convinced Tam was held captive and asked her to come to her rescue. Then one night, at 4.00 am, on the forecourt of a decommissioned gas station that had been converted to a car wash, in the vicinity of her home, she witnessed by pure chance some men opening a manhole and some women clambering out of the ground. The police dismissed her testimony as a product of her hallucination before she found a young girl who appeared to be one of the women she has seen. Investigators eventually found out that one of the men she saw was Ruth’s neighbor, which his estranged mother readily admitted. He was part of a ring indulging in human trafficking.
The Hidden Girls is more of a novel than of a thriller. As a regular novel it subtly deals with the devastation of losing a beloved sibling and being rejected by one’s parents, and the suffering of witnessing one’s offspring going astray. Il also makes crystal clear how the closest blood relationship can be haphazard as opposed to chosen relationship, such as friendship. As crime fiction, the same novel has the required bunch of twists and turns, including the agonizing sequence when Ruth was about to have her child taken away because she was thought to lose he sanity, and fortunately, at last, any such suspicion suddenly vanished as by magic.
The reader, however, may wonder about the efficiency of investigators, who offhandedly decided only hallucinations could cause Ruth to see people coming out of a disused gas tank since it was full of water as required by law, while a cursory inspection of the premises would’ve enabled them- or everyone else, for the matter- to see that there was on the forecourt of the car wash a sewer manhole beside the gas tank manhole, and that London sewers had enough room for a great number of people.
Ruth’s personality, furthermore, is somehow subject to question. One night after she was released from mother-and-child unit, she launched at a wall with a big knife, determined to deliver her sister from captivity even though Tam had died several years earlier. This single and unique occurrence was so at odd with Ruth’s self, by every standard a normal person, even a savvy psychologist when it came to analyze and evaluate human behavior, that it challenges credibility. This, nevertheless, for the sake of the novel, helps justify everyone’s exaggerated distrust in her.