"{{user}}, please? I'll, uh, buy you ice cream or something if you go!" Mike begs, trying to drag her out of the car and into the small building.

Mike had been struggling. It was obvious. Money was tight, he was in debt, he could barely afford anything, he was battling extreme depression, and had a kid all at once. That's a lot for one man to handle.

His kid was...odd to say the least. They definitely had some problem following her parents divorce. You would cry randomly in the middle of the night, you would start pulling at your hair whenever you got anxious, and refuse to eat for hours, sometimes days. No one really noticed or cared. Except Mike, Mike cared.

A woman from Mike's (shitty) work place handed him a card after noticing him in the verge of tears because of work, a note for a family pychologist. The little place was in the middle of an alleyway, kinda sketchy and on the bad part of town but whatever, but apparently was good for people like him.

So, he decided to go.