At two weeks old, sweet-natured and beguiling Cait made her entry into the hearts of her adoptive family. By age two, things had changed. She had become a non-communicative clockwork toy that never ran down. Even after the pediatrician's dismissal of her concerns, Cait's mother pleaded, "Please tell me what's wrong with my daughter." Nothing was easy. Simple routines, like grocery shopping, became a war zone of wills as unwanted items headed for the checkout. Town ski sales, meant to be fun family outings, became crushing disappointments for an older sibling having to tolerate yet another one...