I got home, feeling pissed off. Cam could be challenging, but I never thought she'd stoop to bullying someone. One thing I tried to instill in all my kids was empathy. I tried to use my fame to help others - keeping families together, helping with hurricane relief. And here was my kid making some poor girl's life miserable.

The house smelled wonderful, and it looked like Pippa was close to finishing up. I walked up to her and gave her a kiss on the lips. I was exhausted after a long day of press.

"How was your day?" I asked, rubbing her back.

"It was fine," I said. "Sofia stopped by about half an hour ago, asking for you."

I furrowed my brow. "What did she need?"

"Internet problems," she reported. I nodded and rubbed the back of my head. The last time she'd stopped by, she'd kissed me. The thought of going to her apartment made me a little uneasy. I could feel Pippa watching me.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," she stirred the rice. "Cam's been in her room all afternoon. I took her phone."

I nodded and let out a breath. I wasn't sure I had the energy to deal with this right now, but I knew I had to.

"How long until dinner?" I asked.

"About fifteen minutes," she said. I nodded and walked down the hall to Cam's room. It looked like she'd been napping, because her eyes fluttered open when I walked in. I pulled out her desk chair and sat, leaning forward on my elbows.

"What happened?" I asked her, my tone serious.

She sighed and sat up. "This girl is so annoying, Dad. She gets us in trouble all the time in class, tattle tailing. So we got our revenge."

It irked me that she didn't seem to think this was wrong.

"Revenge?" I clarified. "By humiliating her and locking her in a bathroom stall."

She rolled her eyes, slouching.

"Cam, I don't care how much she gets you in trouble. You do not retaliate by bullying. You have a problem with her, you talk to her. Was there a ringleader in this?"

She shrugged. "Not really. We're all sick of her shit."

"Language," I warned her. "I have raised you way better than this. I've taught you to have empathy for other people. How do you think she feels? Hmm?"

"Hopefully she's feeling like she won't mess with us again," she quipped, obviously not taking this seriously. I just stared at her for a few long moments, exasperated.

"Camila Luz Miranda," I raised my voice. "What is the matter with you?"

"Nothing!" she said, standing up. "It's just that some people have it coming. I don't see why I have to be in trouble about it."

I stood up. "Are you serious right now? You don't see anything wrong with this?"

She crossed her arms. "Not really."

"This doesn't seem like you," I said. "Is there something else going on?"

She hesitated, which made me think I was onto something. Not that it excused what she did.

"Well, you'll have plenty of time to think about it," I said, going to the door. "You're grounded for a month. No phone."

She gaped at me. "A month?! Dad, it was one thing!"

"It was a pretty major thing," I told her. "After dinner, we're going to this girl's house and you're going to apologize."

"Like hell I am!" she countered.

I didn't argue with her because I was pissed. I closed the door behind me loudly and went to my room to cool down. I couldn't believe how blase she was being about it. As I paced my room, I heard the twins' little voices down the hallway playing in their room. I knew they'd cheer me up. I walked into their room and their faces lit up - the opposite of what I'd just experienced with Cam. I remembered when she was a little girl and I was her hero.

They both hugged me and dragged me to the floor to play with them. They had a big tub of Legos on the floor, so I joined in, making a little structure. I asked them about school and they both gave me long-winded stories about things they'd done. Both were chatterboxes.

Pippa called us for dinner a short while later, and we all went to the table.

"Can I eat in my room?" Cam asked, standing behind her chair.

"No," I told her as I sat. "Sit."

She rolled her eyes.

"Roll your eyes at me one more time and see what happens," I told her. The other kids looked at each other, wondering what their big sister had done to be in trouble. Cam glared at me and sat down reluctantly. I tried to steer the conversation away, asking about something lighter. We talked about our plans for the weekend. The twins were excited about going to Abuela and Abuelo's house.

After dinner, I had Cam do the dishes. Molly dried as she washed and I could see them talking quietly. When they were finished I told Cam to get her shoes. She'd been hoping I was bluffing when I told her we were going to this girls' house.

"We don't know where she lives," Cam countered.

"Student directory," I said, pulling it out of the drawer. "What's her name?"

Her face fell and she told me. "America Martinez," she said quietly. I went to the M's in the book and looked for her name. She wasn't in there. I thought for a moment. Martinez. That was Sofia's last name, and I knew she had a 16 year old daughter.

"Come with me," I told my daughter. She reluctantly followed me down the hallway. I knocked on Sofia's door and she answered, still in full makeup.

"Lin! Thanks so much for coming," she said as she opened the door wider.

"No problem," I said. "You don't happen to have a daughter named America, do you?"

"I do," she said. "She's in her room."

I nodded. "Well, unfortunately our daughters seemed to have crossed paths in an unfortunate way. Camila was caught bullying America today. I assume you heard about that?"

She sighed. "Yes. She's very upset," Sofia reported. "She's been having trouble making friends."

That made me sad. She was new to Hunter and my kid was making her life harder.

"Well, would she mind coming out? My daughter has something she needs to say to her," I said. I heard Cam mutter something under her breath.

"Of course," she said. "Come in."

Cam and I stepped inside and she yelled for her older daughter. America emerged moments later and her face fell when she saw my daughter. She walked slowly to the living room, where we were all gathered.

"Cam," I prompted my kid.

She sighed, hands in her hoodie pocket. "Sorry for what happened in the bathroom today," she said quietly. "I shouldn't have done that."

"Thanks," America said quietly, looking at her feet.

"If Cam ever gives you any problems whatsoever, please tell me and I will deal with her," I told America. The girl nodded and I looked at my daughter. "Cam, you can go home."

She got out of there as quickly as she could and I turned back to Sofia. "Pippa said you stopped by. You have an Internet issue?"

"Yes," she said, walking to the wall. "I've tried resetting it and it's not working."

I squatted down and checked the cords. One of them looked pretty worn. "I bet this is your problem right here," I said thumbing the plug. "I think I have a spare at home. I'll be right back."

I walked down the hall and rummaged around in the junk drawer. I found what I was looking for and headed back to the Martinez's. She watched as I switched out the cords and reset the modem. I told her to try logging into the Internet, so she found her laptop.

"Perfect!" she said. "It's up and running."

"Great!" I said, tucking my hands in my pockets. "I think that should solve your problem. Anything else?"

"Ummm..." Her eyes darted away and I saw her take a step towards me. I side-stepped, making my way to the door, opening it. "Not that I can think of."

"Sorry about Cam," I told her. "She's not usually like that. I hope your daughter's okay."

She nodded. "Thanks. She'll be fine."

I excused myself and walked back down the hallway. When I reached my door, I looked back and she was still watching me from her doorway.