I step forward, breathing fast. Movement. I force myself to take
another step. I think about all of it, all of the deaths and all of
the accidents and all of the pain. And I know what I need to do.
It’s March 2018, and the country is covered in snow. Roads are
impassable, shops are running out of food, and official advice is to
stay indoors. Marianne lives on her own and works from home, so this
isn’t a problem. Until she wakes one morning in her house in the
middle of nowhere and finds footprints trailing all across her garden.
Half-asleep, she is at first curious. Then she realises the footprints
stop at her bedroom window, and curiosity gives way to unease. Who was
looking in at her, while she was asleep?
As the big freeze worsens and the stalker begins to leave disturbing
mementoes, Marianne’s thoughts go back two decades to the schoolyard
outburst that tore her childhood apart. Old feuds resurface, and the
mystery of her mother’s death is pulled back into focus. Marianne
begins to see patterns – is there a link between her stalker and the
true crime story she’s been obsessively researching, or does the
answer lie closer to home?
In the end, 24 days is all it takes for everything to come crashing