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Viktor’s heart stopped. She wasn't a stranger. She was a nightmare.
As the wind roared, Viktor realize the therapy was never meant to heal Anna. It was his final, dangerous attempt to face the truth—or lose his mind trying to find it.
"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."
He was a psychiatrist, a man who once mended minds, but now he was broken.