Trevor's POV

"Daddy, please I want to see mommy," Cara whispers. I turn to face her. Not sure how to respond to her. She had a dejected, broken look. I can no longer make her smile. All the things she used to love and care about have lost their appeal to her. She has had the worst few months of her life. I am unsure of how to help.

I have brought her to the top child therapist, but thus far, nothing has helped. She remains reclusive. Continued to be depressed. Sadness persists. She used to be so energized that it was hard to keep up with her. She was...