“I am. I just don’t understand why you are so sure and the universe is so sure, and I am unsure. Why can’t I be sure?”

He hugged her. “I don’t know.”

“Do you mind if I go out tonight?”

“Out where?”

“Maybe a drive. Kind of like saying goodbye before we leave. If we leave. If we get approved.”

“We’ll know soon,” he said. “Do you think it’s safe to go out?”

“I’ll be in a car the whole time,” she said. But she remembered how scared Maris seemed to be, so certain she was in someone’s crosshairs.

“I guess it’s fine,” he said.

“Okay. After dinner then? After I put Cami to bed.”

Kaito agreed and went back to his office. Izabel sat down with Cami on the couch and took a piece of one of Cami’s grapes.

“Hey!” Cami said, teasing her.

Izabel laughed.

Cami squinched up her eyes like she was mad, and Izabel squinched hers right back. They stared like they were about to battle, in a cartoony way, like they were in one of Cami’s shows. And then they smiled at each other.

“You know, raisins are made from grapes,” Izabel said.

“No,” Cami said.

“Yeah, they are!”

“No way.”

“Haven’t I been telling you the truth for a lot of years, gurisa? Where’s my credibility?”

In a whisper Cami said, “But this time you’re not.”

Izabel laughed. “I’m going to show you a video. You want to watch a video?”

“Yeah,” Cami said.

Izabel found a time-lapse video of grapes drying into raisins, and Cami watched it, the beginning at least. She stopped paying attention as soon as the grapes ever so slightly resembled raisins. “Cool,” she said.

“Can you trust I will tell you the truth now?” Izabel asked.

“Yes,” Cami said, holding the s like a hiss, eyes back on Glitter Force.

“Thank you.” Izabel took Cami’s hand and kissed the sticky palm of it.

At 5 p.m., every device in the house dinged. It was the email that they’d been waiting for. Izabel let Kaito be the first to read it.

“We’re approved!” he yelled. He grabbed up Cami and jumped around with her squealing in his arms. His excitement and his relief were contagious and Izabel jumped with them.

“What’s approved?” Cami asked.

“We’re moving, baby,” Kaito said.

“Moving where? I don’t want to move.”

“No, it’s a good thing. It’s exciting. We’re going to have so much fun,” he said.

“Like a vacation?”

“Yes! Like a vacation.”

“Because I don’t want to move.”

“Then think of it like a vacation.”

“But it is a vacation. We are not moving.”

“We are moving,” Kaito said, “but—”

“No!” Cami yelled and squirmed out of his arms and ran under the kitchen table, where she often went when she was upset.