“Mom!” Quinn said, as she pulled out of the lot. “Are you at the bed and breakfast?”

“I’m at the tea shop. We’re all over here,” she said. “Actually, I’m glad you called. We could use your help.”

“My help?” Quinn asked.

“I’ll explain when you get here.”

With the town square blocked off for the festival, she had to cut through residential side streets until she could take the alley leading to the tea shop. As soon as she threw her truck into park, Quinn started up the back steps.

“Mom?” she called. “Mama?”

“In here!” Taylor and Clem answered from the front room.

Quinn gripped the bag tight as she ran down the hallway.

“Good,” Maura said at the sight of her. “Now does anyone have some Bonner’s so Kaden can test his magic on her?”

“Excuse me?” Quinn asked.

“We need to know if you’re immune.”

“If I’m immune…” Her eyes widened. “So your mom did try to do something to me.”

“You were with Sylvia?” Maura asked.

“Addison wanted to get into the cornfield,” Quinn said. “I told her I’d go with her, but Sylvia did something to her.”

Everyone stood at once. “We have to stop her,” Maura said.

“Wait,” Quinn said. She set the bag on the table and started pulling out the bottles. She set each one in front of its respective owner and watched as they took in the labels.

“You found them,” Clem said before grabbing her in a hug.

Taylor narrowed her eyes. “How did you get these?”

“I stole them from Sylvia’s sipping room,” Quinn said.

“That’s my girl.” Clem turned the bottle over in her hands.

“My mother has a sipping room?” Kaden asked.

“It’s in the basement,” Quinn said.

“I’m guessing she didn’t want me to remember it for this exact reason,” Kaden said. “How did you get in there?”

“I was with Addison,” Quinn said. “We went to her because…” Her eyes strayed. Quinn should not be the one to tell Kaden or Irene. Better they find those memories in the bourbon themselves. “Last night, Addison shared a glass of that stuff with Sylvia. The Irene bottle. There are memories in the liquor. From that summer.” Quinn tapped the date on Irene’s already opened bottle.

Maura sat back down slowly. “She didn’t tell us?”

“She tried to tell you this morning, but…”

Quinn never thought of her grandmother as a frail woman. She’d always been larger than life. Even at sixty-nine, her presence was like that of the shadow garden itself. But in that moment, she seemed so small as the realization hit her.

“I…” Maura’s voice came out quiet. “Oh.”

“Are there really memories in here?” Taylor asked.