"This compelling, slow-burn thriller is my first of Flood''s, and it won''t be my last" Good Housekeeping "A wonderful storyteller" Chris Whitaker The big dark house at the top of the hill never felt like Evy''s. Erling''s parents insisted it be held in his name only, that their old furniture should remain in place after they were gone. And now Erling''s gone too. Her husband and her rock. A heart attack while riding his bike. No trace of his medications were found in his body, as if someone had tampered with them. Right now, Evy can''t be sure of anything. Her memory''s patchy, her focus blurred. Her grown-up children whisper about her like she can''t be trusted to look after herself. How can she tell them she doesn''t feel safe in the house? Doors left open she closed herself. Erling''s possessions no longer where he left them. Just because you''re paranoid doesn''t mean you''re not next. Praise for The Therapist "Creepy, compelling and very well written" Harriet Tyce "Wonderfully creepy, twisty and compelling" Karen Hamilton Praise for The Lover "Taut, clever and irresistible" Anna Bailey "An absolutely prime slice of Scandicrime" Financial Times Translated from the Norwegian by Alison McCullough

Autorentext

Helene Flood is a psychologist who obtained her doctoral degree on violence, revictimization and trauma-related shame and guilt in 2016. She now works as a psychologist and researcher at the National Centre for Violence and Traumatic Stress. She lives in Oslo with her husband and two children. The Therapist was her first adult novel; it has now been bought for film by Anonymous Content, and rights have been sold to 28 countries. It was followed by The Lover and The Widow.

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"This compelling, slow-burn thriller is my first of Flood's, and it won't be my last" Good Housekeeping

"A wonderful storyteller" Chris Whitaker

The big dark house at the top of the hill never felt like Evy's.

Erling's parents insisted it be held in his name only, that their old furniture should remain in place after they were gone.

And now Erling's gone too. Her husband and her rock. A heart attack while riding his bike. No trace of his medications were found in his body, as if someone had tampered with them.

Right now, Evy can't be sure of anything. Her memory's patchy, her focus blurred. Her grown-up children whisper about her like she can't be trusted to look after herself.

How can she tell them she doesn't feel safe in the house? Doors left open she closed herself. Erling's possessions no longer where he left them.

Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean you're not next.

Praise for The Therapist

"Creepy, compelling and very well written" Harriet Tyce

"Wonderfully creepy, twisty and compelling" Karen Hamilton

Praise for The Lover

"Taut, clever and irresistible" Anna Bailey

"An absolutely prime slice of Scandicrime" Financial Times

Translated from the Norwegian by Alison McCullough