Carlos was on the way to the kitchen when Mia ran towards him. "Morning, Uncle Carlos."

Carlos smiled. He knew from Camille that anyone who met Mia for the first time immediately took her into his heart. He had liked the little girl from the beginning and since she started calling him "uncle" she had become even more important to him. He lifted her up. "Hungry?"

"Yes!"

He laughed. "Okay, time for breakfast."

They were eating cereal when Alexa joined them. "Good morning, you two," she said cheerfully, stroking Mia's head and kissing Carlos on the cheek. Then suddenly the doorbell rang. Alexa frowned and looked at the clock. "Are you expecting someone?" She asked Carlos. He also looked at the clock and then shook his head. "Not really. And certainly not at this time. I'm going to see who it is."

Alexa and Mia stayed in the kitchen. They heard Carlos open the door and greet someone. A familiar voice answered. Mia dropped her spoon and ran to the front door. "Daddy!" She threw herself joyfully into Logan's arms, who laughed and kissed her. "Hi, princess."

"Daddy, are you well again?"

"Yup. As good as new. And I have a surprise for you ... actually for all of you," he added, looking at Carlos and Alexa.

"What's the surprise?" Mia and Carlos asked at the same time. Alexa smirked. Logan grinned and looked at his daughter. "You, your mommy, and I spend the day and night together today. Kind of a family day."

"And how is this day different from the others?" Carlos asked, somewhat disappointed.

"The difference is that we won't be spending the day here. This is your surprise. You have supported us so well lately that you have finally earned a day just for the two of you."

"Logan, that's so sweet," Alexa said, hugging him. "But please remember that you are no burden for us at all."

"I know. But I thought you could still use some rest and time for yourself."

Alexa smiled at him, then she said to Mia, "Shall I help you pack some things?"

"Yes, please."

The two disappeared into Mia's room. Carlos patted Logan on the shoulder. "Thanks, buddy."

Logan waved off. "No problem. Oh, where's Camille?"

"I think she's still sleeping."

Logan frowned. "I'll have a look." He went to Camille's bedroom and quietly opened the door. "She's not there."

Carlos came to him. The room was empty. "I don't understand that."

Logan looked around and saw a note on the pillow. He read it and then silently handed it to Carlos, whose eyes widened. "This is not good."

"Hey, what's going on?" Alexa stood in front of them. Carlos gave her the note.

I have something to do.

C.

Alexa looked at the boys questioningly. "Where is she?"

Carlos and Logan looked at each other meaningfully.

"I think we know where she is," Logan said grimly. At the same moment, his cell phone rang.

Jo opened the front door and was surprised. "Cami, what are you doing here?"

"May I come inside?"

"Sure," Jo answered. "What can I do for you?"

"Is Kendall here?"

Jo hesitated. "Um, yes. He's upstairs. What do you want from him?"

"I have to talk to him. What room is he in?"

Jo told her and then she asked worriedly, "Shall I come with you?"

Camille waved off. "I'm sorry, Jo. But that's something between him and me."

Kendall was sitting on the bed with his guitar, pondering over some song pages when the door suddenly turn open. "Jo, what the-?" He fell silent when he looked at Camille. She closed the door, looked at him, and crossed her arms. Slowly he put his guitar aside and got up. "What do you want here?"

"Talk to you."

"What if I don't want to talk?"

"You can listen to me."

"What if I don't want to listen to you?"

"Damn it, Kendall! This hatred between us must finally stop. It's not good for Logan. He-"

"Stop it. Don't pretend you're suddenly interested in what's good or bad for him. You have no idea."

"We already had this conversation."

"Well, it's not my fault that you're so insolent."

"Insolent? You say that to me of all people?"

"Listen to me, Camille: don't go too far. You should be careful."

"Are you threatening me?"

"No, I'm just telling you to be careful." He was right in front of her now. Camille looked at his angry face and his clenched fists. "I know what you'd like to do now. Come on, just do it. It's okay. And do you know why? Because I deserve it."

"What?" Kendall was shocked. Camille nodded seriously. "Do you think I don't know that I'm a bad girlfriend? Believe me, Kendall, I know it. So go on, do it." She waited tensely, but Kendall just stood there, staring at her wordlessly. His anger was gone. Now he was just confused. "I don't understand …"

Camille sighed and paced the room. "You have no idea how many times I've doubted myself. I've made so many mistakes during our relationship. And sometimes I felt like I was forcing him to date me."

"What do you mean by that?"

"If I hadn't put myself in the foreground at the time, would he be with me now? Would he have noticed me at all?"

Kendall was surprised. Astonished, he looked at the young woman whom he wanted to kick out of the house just a few seconds ago. Something had changed between them. He sat down back on the bed, then cleared his throat. "Take a seat."

"Are you sure?"

He nodded and she sat down next to him.

"Camille, listen to me," he began, but his tone was much more polite now. "I can't tell you what Logan would have done. But I know what he felt after the two of you got together. He loves you. He would die for you without hesitation. No matter what mistakes you made, he would never want to lose you."

After these words there was a long silence. Finally, Camille said quietly, "It must have been terrible when you ... caught him doing it."

Kendall nodded slowly. "Yes, I just couldn't believe it. I have never felt so helpless in my entire life as at this moment. Not even when my dad died."

Camille looked at him sadly. Kendall had never spoken about his father in her presence. Although she was curious, she didn't want to force this topic on him now and instead she said, "And this helplessness about Logan then turned into anger at me." It was a statement, not a question. Kendall nodded. "Yes, maybe that was a mistake. But I just didn't want Logan to think he was the one who did everything wrong. And you weren't there anymore, so it was much easier to blame you for everything."

"Yes, James said something similar."

"He did it again, didn't he?"

Camille nodded. "It was after Peggy broke up with him. But how do you know that?"

"I saw the fresh scar on his arm when I ripped his shirt off his body a few days ago."

Camille was silent.

"He'll never be able to forgive me. I promised him I would never tell anyone."

"Yes, he will forgive you, Kendall. I'm sure. And we have to stop blaming each other for that. I'm ready to admit my mistakes. What about you?"

Just as Kendall was about to answer, they heard an angry voice downstairs and then quick steps on the stairs. A second later, the bedroom door was turn open for the second time that morning. Logan rushed in. "Okay, that's enough! You-" He fell silent when he saw Kendall and Camille sitting side by side on the bed. "Okay, what's going on here?"

"Logan, calm down. We're just talking," Camille tried to appease him. Logan snorted.

"How did you know where I am?"

"Jo called me." He looked at Kendall with an indefinable expression, then he said to Camille, "We should go." He turned around and left the room. Kendall sighed desperately. Camille hesitated for a moment, then she put a hand on his shoulder. "I will talk to him."

He nodded. "Thank you ... Camille." He didn't look at her. She got up and went to the door, but stopped there. "Maybe we're not ready to be friends again at the moment. Maybe that will never happen again. But I would be very happy if we could at least have a reasonable conversation in the future without wanting to kill each other." She wasn't sure, but she thought she saw a slight smile on his face. "Okay. I agree."

She nodded to him and went out. Jo was waiting for her downstairs. "And?"

"I think Kendall needs someone to talk to now."

Jo nodded, then she said, "I'm sorry, Cami, but I had to call Logan. I was worried."

Camille waved off. "It's okay, Jo."

The two hugged.

"Logan's really angry," Jo muttered. Camille nodded. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."