There's been something bothering my preteen daughter for a while now, something I can't figure out, hard as I try. She won't talk about it. In fact, she isolates herself more and more, and I don't know how to coax her back out of her shell. Is this normal? I don't remember being this way as at her age. It makes me question everything. Is it because of me and my train wreck of a life? Does it maybe have something to do with Justin, the man I say I don't love but the one I burn for? The man who seems to care but won't commit? As my daughter becomes more withdrawn, doubts swirl in my head and I question everything, even pushing Justin away. When I discover the cause of my daughter's problems, I have no clue how to heal my family. I've got to figure out a way to repair the damage, with or without the man I've grown to love...