The garden had never given her any sort of vision before. If it weren’t for the argument with her mother, Addison would have gone straight to Irene with this. But with the signs of the tea leaves on her side, she had managed to convince her mom to sell their rosemary to the Bonners for the funeral. No matter how much they hated the Bonners, none of the Haywood women dared ignore the power of their readings. And if Addison was right about the tea leaves, this was her chance to fix her magic. She wasn’t about to give her mother a reason to back out now. Whatever this vision was, it could wait until after the funeral.

The vine slowly unwound and returned to its place on the trellis. She ran her fingers through a row of dusky chives, their flowers already in bloom, and let out a heavy sigh when her phone started to vibrate. She fished it from her pocket. Her cousin’s face stared up at her.

Addison furrowed her brow. Quinn usually texted. Addison held the phone up to her ear. “Quinn?”

“You were supposed to be here with that shipment an hour ago,” Quinn said. While Addison tended to the plants, Quinn managed the garden’s sales. “The chefs are going to arrive any minute. Please tell me you’re on your way.”

“Shit,” Addison said as she scrambled up from the dirt. “The Bronco’s already loaded. I’m coming now.” She took off at a run across the yard, tossing her sun hat in the back as she slid into the driver’s seat. She tugged a scrunchie from her wrist and pulled her dark hair back.

Ten minutes later, Addison met Quinn by the loading dock at Baker’s Grocery. Quinn was the closest thing Addison had to a sister. The two cousins had grown up together, side by side, running through the rows of vegetables in the shadow garden and digging into jars of tea at Lavender & Lemon Balm.

While Addison was the first Haywood in generations without the family’s traditional red hair, Quinn looked every bit the Haywood, all straight lines and long, sun-bleached curls. Quinn leaned against the bed of her yellow 1980 Ford F-150. The truck had belonged to her dad before he died. She fixed it up in high school and had been driving it ever since. It was her way of keeping a bit of him alive.