If it weren't for her scars and the strange photos that line the walls of her office, we could say of Abigail that she is a woman like the others . If it weren't for those moments when she falls into dreamland, you could swear Abigail is telling the truth. Abigail may well be the psychologist who fights over difficult criminal cases, but her illness always comes as an unwanted guest. A severe narcolepsy which cuts her off from the world several times a day and takes her to a dimension where dreams encroach on reality. To distinguish them from each other, she found no better than pain.
How did Abigail come out unscathed from the accident that robbed her of her father and daughter? By what miracle could we find her next to the car, a veritable confetti of sheet metal, her face barely touched by a few broken glass? What secret was hiding his father who wanted so much, this December morning, to go into exile for two days with his family? She who has been sweating blood and water on a case of disappearances for a few months will have to carry out the most crucial investigation of her life. In this investigation, there is a prey and a predator: herself.
