Bridget arrives at her estranged grandmother’s estate, only to find that it has been left to both her and the housemaid’s son, Cole, that she can’t stand. Both the house and her grandmother, Vera Bitter, have secrets. They are revealed in the form of numbered letters.

I wanted a good “mysterious old house” kind of book, and in many ways I got it. I didn’t hate Bridget, she’s almost believable. Unfortunately the plot isn’t and it’s made worse by being utterly predictable. The best thing about this book is that it is short.