Quinn shook her head. “No, I mean…” She pressed her lips together, closed her eyes, tugged a lock of hair between her teeth. “Never mind.”

Kaden took a seat across from her. “You’re Quinn?”

She nodded.

“Our daughter,” Taylor and Clem said at the same time.

That definitely didn’t line up with Kaden’s memories.

“You remember me?” Kaden asked.

“I think so?” Quinn said, letting the hair go. “It’s a little hazy.”

“Please tell me,” he said. “I got back in town this morning, and every person I’ve talked to has told me they forgot I even existed. It’s a little disorienting.”

Quinn held a hand over her face. “I get these nightmares.”

Taylor reached across the table for her daughter’s hand. “Those bothering you again?”

“It’s just… there was a man in them I didn’t recognize. Flashes, anyway. And I think it could be you?” She shook her head. “I need a drink.” Harper offered Quinn hers, and Quinn took a long sip.

They all stared at Kaden for a minute.

“Were you here that summer?” Quinn asked. “’97?”

“I was, but I only remember leaving,” he said.

Irene pressed her lips together. “You didn’t even remember me calling off the engagement with your brother.”

Kaden shook his head slowly. “All I know is something happened that was bad enough for me to give it all up. My family, the distillery, and I…” He looked around at all of them. “Let’s just say I’d thought about leaving for a long time. When I realized I’d willingly handed over an entire summer to the memory harvest, I knew I didn’t want to be a part of whatever led me to do that anymore.”

“What was so bad? Did you, like, kill someone?” Quinn asked.

Kaden stared at her blankly.

Addison dropped her face into her hands. “Really?”

“What do you mean?” Kaden said.

“She’s convinced your family murdered her dad,” Harper said matter-of-factly.

Kaden blanched. “Murder?” His eyes slid to Clem and Taylor. That explained why Nolan wasn’t there.

“He was gone by the time Nolan’s body was found,” Taylor said.

“He was there before Dad disappeared,” Quinn countered.

“Well, this got dark awful fast,” Clem said. “More bourbon, anyone?”

“Wait, you’re drinking bourbon?” Kaden asked.

“Not Bonner’s,” Maura said. “We don’t touch that stuff in this house.”

Clem held up the bottle, and Kaden nodded. “Neat,” he said as he rubbed at his temples and turned his focus back to Maura. “You’re the one who sold my family that corn.”

“A lot of good that did Yarrow,” Maura huffed. “Don’t think I don’t regret that decision every day.”

“Excuse me,” Quinn said. “I’m waiting to hear if Kaden murdered my father.”

Irene sighed, heavy, as Clem topped off her drink. “The Bonners are an absolute bag of dicks—”