Isolated and unheard, this is a claustrophobic, dark, and moving portrait of a woman who must decide how far she’s willing to go to protect her child and her home. He thinks me mad; he thinks me quite mad. Perhaps I am. December 1919. War widow Della Pemberton consoles herself through a life of petty theft and her beloved tonic for female disorders. But, when a stranger arrives at her home claiming it belongs to him, her world is upended when she discovers the man’s left behind a small baby. The arrival of the child thrusts Della into a frightening new reality after a series of unexplained events; the delivery of baby gifts, an infant’s bone found in the attic, and peculiar noises within the walls of the house at night. When she receives a note predicting she’ll commit murder, Della realises someone is out to do her harm. But with her own health worsening and a small baby to care for, she discovers that fighting for the truth and her life will come at the highest of prices.
