Viktor’s heart stopped. She wasn't a stranger. She was a nightmare.
Viktor Larenz hadn't heard a human voice in twelve days. He was sitting in the cabin on the island of Helgoland, the wind howling around the lonely cliffs, trying to forget that four years ago today, his twelve-year-old daughter, Josy, had vanished into thin air without a trace—no body, no witnesses, no clue. Die Therapie
When the knocking came, he thought it was his guilt taking shape. But it was her. Anna Glass. She was beautiful, pale, and carrying a manuscript, claiming she was a novelist plagued by hallucinations. Viktor’s heart stopped