I run home first, needing to pick up something before I make my last trip. Mom and Dad are there, and, to my surprise, so are Clare and Calvin. They all hug me, Mom and Dad tripping over each other to say Principal Cradle called to tell them she now has proof I'm innocent. That the plan worked.
"We're so proud of you, Kit." Mom kisses my cheek. "And we're sorry we didn't believe you."
I shrug. "No more therapist?"
They laugh, Dad hugging Mom around the shoulders. "No more therapist."
Clare grins at me. "We thought you might need backup," she says. "But it looks like you're doing fine without us after all."
I hug her hard. "Thanks to you," I whisper. "And Grace Grant. Ask me about it later. I have a lot to tell you."
She lets me go with tears sparkling in her eyes. I don't know how much I'll actually share, but Clare deserves to know without her, I don't think this would have ended the way it did.