Emily got a job just 6 months after she had a baby. Happy to be a housemaid at Highwood Hall, a stunning stately home owned by the Howard family. After that, all her husband hears from her is that, six months later, she disappeared, leaving a letter that this was all too much for her to bear and she was going away, never to come back.
21 years later, Ruby, her daughter, is back at Highwood Hall as a maid, taking up a job after her problems with addiction, and in hopes to find what happened to her mother here that made her disappear forever.
But Ruby receives a box on her first day at work. A mysterious box wrapped in red ribbon and white paper that reveals a grotesque scene of her as a doll lying in a pool of blood at the foot of the stairs.
Disgusted and terrified of this naked threat, Ruby then learns of the mysteries that haunt Highwood Hall, and why no maid in the past 21 years had stayed for longer than a year or two at the place.
This is a page-turner. The non-linear narration and artistic reveal of plot twists made this for a delicious thriller to rea on a cold December evening. It's the kind that makes the gears in your brain turn furiously, working hard to find who's the killer, and never fully knowing where the story is going next.
The end reveal felt way too dramatic, almost reminiscent of a 1990s Hindi television serial, and it didn't impress me much. But I'd forgive the author because of how brilliant her storytelling is, and how wonderfully she has strewn various red herrings throughout the story to keep the readers recommend. At just 200 pages, this is the recipe to a perfect happy Sunday in December.