“I went out to the garden to clear my head,” he said. “I sat down, and all of a sudden there was a vine tickling my hand. It wrapped around my wrist and gave me a strawberry. So I ate it.”

“It gave you a berry?” Irene’s eyes were wide.

He nodded. “Then I had these… flashes. Snippets of conversations. Memories. They were mine, but I didn’t remember having lived any of the moments, which is why the next morning I thought it was all just a dream. I’ve been spending a lot of time with your family, working through my own shit…”

“Visions,” Irene said. “Like what Addison said the other day.”

“I guess,” Kaden said. “Yeah.”

“What was in them?” Irene prodded.

“You,” Kaden said. “Me. The two of you,” he said to Clem and Taylor. “Your family, my family. But we were all younger. I think…” He addressed Clem specifically, “I think that you and I were friends once—good friends. And you, too, Irene, we all knew each other before. Really well.” He didn’t tell them the other feeling he’d had in the dream, the aching sensation of wanting nothing more than to kiss away Irene’s tears. “You were telling me about Nate cheating on you, then I was yelling at Nate, and he said he could make it all go away. Then I was talking to my mom about putting a stop to him. Then we were with your family, Irene, in your kitchen—all of us—talking about mine. You were worried about the bourbon, and Maura said she wanted to expose my family, to kick my mom off your land.”

“The cornfield?” Irene asked.

Kaden shook his head. “I don’t know. I only have pieces to put together, but after what happened tonight…” He took a deep breath. “In my vision, we went to tell the mayor about what was happening, and Susheila was talking about running an article in the paper. And then… then I saw you, Irene, holding a child. Quinn, I think. You were both covered in blood.”

As much as Kaden wanted to close his eyes and bury his head, he looked Taylor in the eye as he said it. He knew he owed her that much. She tilted her head back and pressed her palms against her eyes, then she said, “Did you kill him?”

“I don’t know,” Kaden said.

“Tell us exactly what you saw,” Clem said.

“I had a hand on the mic stand. There were cicadas, so many cicadas. Then Irene was there holding Quinn and looking at me.”

“That’s not proof you killed Nolan,” Clem said.

“But you heard Quinn,” Taylor said. “She dreamed about him.”

“How did you feel?” Irene asked.

“Terrified.”

“Not guilty?” Irene asked.