“No argument there,” Kaden said, which earned him an appraising look from every woman in the room.

“—but they didn’t kill your dad,” Irene finished.

“We don’t know that,” Quinn said.

“We do know that the entire town gave up their memories that summer and decided not to write a single thing down,” Taylor said with a hand on Quinn’s shoulder. “If I’d known what would happen to your father, there’s no way I’d have gone along with it. None of us would have.”

“And yet you don’t remember Kaden,” Quinn said.

Kaden tapped his fingers against the tabletop as he tried to keep up.

“As much as I’d love to blame my son’s death on the Bonners, your mom’s right,” Maura said with a sympathetic look in Quinn’s direction.

“Why did you come back to Yarrow if you hate your family so much?” Addison asked.

“I…” He hesitated. Quinn’s accusation settled into him. Had this been a week ago, he might have brushed off the idea. Of course, had this been a week ago, he’d never be here, at this table. It was only that night in the bar that convinced him to come home.

If he could take a woman’s memories, what else might he be capable of? He needed to find out more.

He watched as Irene exchanged a look with her mother. Maura went back to staring at him over the rim of her glass.

“I’ve been having some weird things happening with memory,” Kaden said. “I thought maybe I’d find some answers in Yarrow.”

Quinn elbowed Addison. “Told you that rosemary meant memory.”

“What’s this about rosemary?” Maura asked.

Addison grabbed a slice of pizza and set it down in front of Kaden. Then she said, “Quinn wants me to try and get rid of her nightmares—”

“Our magic can’t do that,” Maura interrupted her, though her tone had softened.

“—and she thinks my reading about the Bonners was about more than just the funeral and my magic,” Addison said.

“Maybe it was,” Irene said. “Mine said we’d be getting a visitor, and here he is.”

All eyes turned to Kaden.

“While we’re talking about the Bonners,” Addison said, “Sylvia once again expressed how much it would mean to her if our family was at the funeral.”

“We are not honoring her dead,” Maura said.

“No offense, Kaden,” Irene said.

“Offense fully intended,” Maura corrected her.

“I, for one, am not offended,” Kaden said.

Maura crossed her arms. “Stop being so easygoing about all this. I’m trying to hate you for the Bonner you are.”

Kaden considered her. “You know, if you really wanted to get under my mother’s skin, you wouldn’t skip the funeral. You’d show up with me instead.”

Maura narrowed her eyes. “That’s actually an excellent idea.”

The kitchen fell silent.

“Excuse me?” Irene asked.