It was just a casual lunch: four adults hanging out around a table in a restaurant. To onlookers, it was nothing to look twice at. However, this was the most important lunch of Kendall's life. This lunch would determine what would happen with Cammy.

"Football wasn't working out for me," Andrew said, shifting a little bit in his seat under the eyes of Cammy's parents and sister. Kendall didn't doubt this had to be nerve-wracking for him as well. Whether his intentions were good or bad, these were the people who would determine what would happen to him from here on out. "It didn't matter what I did, I just wasn't good enough to make it. That hit me hard, especially considering what I had left behind."

"Who," Kendall muttered. She wasn't exactly pulling for this to go well for Andrew. Even if he was a good person, there was no way to explain to Cammy that a career in football was more important to the man who gave her life than her. It would hurt her, period.

"I quit training," Andrew said. "I play in a local league, but that doesn't eat up too much time out of my week. We have games on Saturdays and just play for fun. It's not as fulfilling as a career would be, but it keeps me satisfied."

"We also heard you're working as a chef?" Mrs. Fisher asked. She was the most willing to give Andrew a chance, though Kendall had noted throughout the entire lunch there had been a protective look in her eyes. She was willing to give Andrew the benefit of the doubt, and was pulling for Cammy to get everything she deserved from a father and more, but was looking to make sure this was actually what would be best for her daughter.

"I do," Andrew nodded. "I work pretty regular hours. Sometimes I stay late, though, but it earns me a little extra cash. Speaking of..."

He trailed off to lean under the table, picking up the gift bag he had brought with him. "This is for Camille. I saw she hung out quite a bit at the Dino Museum so I thought I'd get her something. It's just a puzzle. Nothing fancy, but... can you give this to her?"

"We'll take it," Mrs. Fisher said, and Kendall liked how she never promised to give it to Cammy.

"Why are you back?" Mr. Fisher, who hadn't spoken once the entire lunch finally asked. He was blunt and to the point, earning a sideways glance from his wife, but a soft smile from Kendall. Andrew shifted nervously once more. Mr. Fisher leaned in. "From my understanding, you signed away your rights as a father. What made you change your mind now?"

"Well, I guess it's... well, probably the best way to put it is curiosity," Andrew shrugged. "I mean, I've always kind of wondered about her. How she turned out and... I kind of want to see for myself that she's in a good place."

"You're checking up on us?" Mr. Fisher asked with a heavy frown. "You, the father who left to play with a deformed ball, is coming back to town to check up on her real family?"

"Jon, please..."

"What gives you that right?" Mr. Fisher frowned.

"I'm not looking to take her away," Andrew assured the parents, putting his hands up in surrender, hoping it would calm Mr. Fisher a little. It didn't and Kendall smirked. "I'm not looking for a custody battle, or arrangements to have her stay with me every other weekend. I'm really not. I just want to get to know her."

"Cammy's a bright, energetic, happy, fun-loving girl," Mr. Fisher growled. "She's in a loving home with a great family. She's doing well in school, she's making friends, and on evenings and weekends she and her sister spend time together at the museum. So far, Cammy wants to be a paleontologist when she grows up, and I think she's on the right path to following her dreams. So you can rest assured that she's in good hands, she's doing well, and you missed out on someone amazing."

He set his napkin down on the table before storming off. Mrs. Fisher was right behind him, more so to calm him down than to stand in solidarity with him. Kendall stayed behind enjoying the way Andrew looked when he was defeated. It had been the look she always wanted to see from her father, but never did. It was the look that proved the tables had turned. A father abandons his daughter, causes her unimaginable pain, and then when he tries to come back, he gets to experience first-hand what it was like for his kid.

It was fair. For the first time in twenty-six years, life was fair.

"Will she be at the museum tonight?" Andrew asked, shocking Kendall. Her parents had denied him the chance to get close to Cammy. What on earth could make him think she would take his side?

"No," Kendall answered. It was a lie. Cammy would be dropped off after school. Now, Kendall knew to keep Cammy in the lab, away from anywhere where Andrew could spot her and get close.

Not that he would be able to get too close. Between a knight, a caveman, Chase and herself, no one would ever get close enough to Cammy that she would be hurt.

"When will she be at the museum?" Andrew asked. "Please, I don't have to talk to her. I just want to see her."

Kendall crossed her arms over her chest. Andrew groaned as he rolled his eyes.

"Look, I'm not going to hurt her. She doesn't even need to know I'm her dad. I just want to see her."

"I don't think you should."

"She's my daughter."

Kendall shook her head, pulled out some money to cover the cost of lunch and then started to walk out. As she did, she heard Andrew mutter words she was used to hearing, "Heartless bitch." For the first time, she smiled hearing those words. She would be whatever he wanted to call her, as long as Cammy was safe and happy.