Larissa brought Freddy into the car. The lights in the car were lit, perfectly highlighting the disheveled state the little boy was in.

Larissa cleaned the dirt on Freddy's face with wet wipes and ran her fingers through his messy hair to make it neat and tidy.

"Did you get into a fight with your dad?" she asked gently.

Freddy still wasn't responding to her.

Recalling what Allen said over the phone—that Freddy seemed to have signs of depression.

Larissa felt her heart tighten. "Freddy,