He was a psychiatrist, a man who once mended minds, but now he was broken.
"I need therapy, Dr. Larenz," she said, her voice shaking. "I write stories, and then they happen. And right now, I am writing about a girl. A little girl named Josy who is very sick and disappears. I’m writing her death." Die Therapie
Viktor’s heart stopped. She wasn't a stranger. She was a nightmare. He was a psychiatrist, a man who once
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. He was a psychiatrist