Once he dropped the box he was carrying in front of the closet, he turned and grabbed her around the waist, lifting her up and twirling her in a circle like they were the twenty-somethings they never got to be together. She kissed him, openmouthed and hungry. Kaden’s hand found the hem of her tank top almost instantly and started its way up her side.

“Mom? Kaden? You up there?” Addison’s voice came from down the stairs.

They broke apart in a breathless fit of laughter. Kaden leaned his head against Irene’s.

“I could get used to this,” he said.

“I already have,” she replied. Then she slipped out from under him and started down the stairs, fixing her hair as she went. When she ran into Addison, her daughter arched her eyebrows and laughed before she smoothed down the side of Irene’s bunched-up shirt.

“We were just…” Irene blushed.

Addison shook her head. “No,” she said. “Don’t tell me. He might be my father, but that doesn’t make thinking about you two together any less weird, especially after having experienced that first time myself through your memories.”

“You know I could’ve taken care of that for you,” Kaden said with a wink as he came down the stairs behind Irene.

“A little late for that offer,” Addison said.

After Addison uprooted Sylvia and Nate’s magic, Kaden had given his up, too. With so much of their bourbon out in the world, he didn’t want to risk taking another person’s memories.

“Come on,” Addison said. “Everyone’s out back. Grams wants us all to celebrate the solstice together.”

Though the festival continued another year, that summer brought no memory harvest. Most still rang in the celebration with a glass of Bonner’s. Once a bourbon town, always a bourbon town. But Yarrow’s people had seen for themselves what Sylvia and Nate had done. After Addison found the memories in the bourbon, it had given her an idea, and they’d poured the bottles hiding in Sylvia’s sipping room into the soil, then invited the town to pick a piece of fruit, trusting the shadow garden to deliver all the right memories to all their rightful owners.

And while the Bonners had been stripped of their magic, their money, the land they’d stolen, and their place in Yarrow, then put on trial for Nolan’s murder thanks to both Clem’s and Taylor’s eyewitness testimonies, a semblance of their power still lived on in Addison. But now that she understood why she could uproot more than pain freely offered, she’d mastered the ability to leave behind those things people didn’t want her to take. For the first time, she’d been trusted to handle her own magic, and more and more it was Addison who managed Lavender & Lemon Balm’s healing sessions.