My Daughter Came Home from Summer Camp Acting Completely Different – Then the Vice Principal Called and Said, 'Your Daughter Didn't Tell You Everything'

I set down a folded shirt. "Everyone, including Brenda?"

"Obviously. And Maya. I saved her a seat on the bus so she wouldn't feel left out again. You know how she gets."

"That's different."

I nodded because I did know.

For two months, Kathleen had been the one pulling a girl named Maya into group photos, lunch tables, and birthday plans. My daughter has a good heart. That was the part I never worried about.

"Brenda's been kind of weird lately, though," Kathleen added, almost to herself. She was flipping her pencil between her fingers. "About who sits where. But, whatever."

That was the part I never worried about.

"Is that something I should be concerned about?"

I let it go. I told myself girls her age were their own weather system, and you couldn't forecast every cloud.

The camp counselors were vetted. Her best friends were going. Kathleen was responsible.