He let Irene lead him down the row of chairs and out of the venue. It wasn’t until they were all standing together in the parking lot that Maura’s calm exterior shattered.

“What the hell happened in there? Did you know that something was wrong with the rosemary, Addison?”

“You’re blaming me?” Addison said.

“You were the one so intent on selling it to her,” Maura said.

Addison burst into tears.

“Back off, Mom,” Irene said, and pulled her daughter into her arms. She whispered to Addison, “Did you happen to notice anything off in the garden?”

Addison pulled away from her, her eyes growing wide. She glanced at Quinn and bit her lip.

“You have to tell them,” Quinn said.

“Tell us what?” Maura asked.

“I…” Addison hesitated, fear blooming in her aura.

“It’s okay,” Irene said. “We’re in this together.”

Addison crossed her arms, retreating into herself as she said, “The garden gave me a vision.”

“The garden doesn’t—” Maura started, but Irene’s glare stopped her short.

“Something was wrong with the soil,” Addison continued. “There wasn’t enough sorrow to feed the plants… It felt like they were starving.”

“You didn’t think it might be important to mention this?” Maura asked.

“I was going to,” Addison said. “After the funeral. I didn’t want you to change your mind about the rosemary.”

“Which is exactly what we should’ve done!” Maura said.

“Your grams is right,” Irene said. “You should’ve told us.”

“What about my tea-leaf reading?” Addison asked.

“Maybe you misread it,” Maura said.

“You saw it! All of you did.” Addison dropped her eyes to the ground and rubbed at her forearms. “What if it’s my fault? I can’t take anyone’s pain on my own, so I can’t feed the garden as much as it needs.”

“Your magic…” Irene started. But she couldn’t find the words, so she just stood there staring at her daughter and shaking her head.

Addison looked up at her, eyes narrowed. “You think I’m right.”

When Irene didn’t respond, Addison turned to Quinn and Harper. “I need to get out of here. Can I stay with y’all tonight? I’ve had enough of this interrogation.” She shot Irene and Maura a withering look.

Maura crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side as Addison turned her back on them and stalked toward Quinn’s truck. Quinn and Harper followed.

Irene stared at Addison, almost started after her, when Clem rested a hand on her shoulder. “Give her time,” she said.

“But…”

“I don’t think you’re at your best right now,” Clem said gently.

Irene turned on her own mother. “Did you really have to start in on her?”

“You did your own fair bit,” Maura said. “Drinking before a funeral? Really, Irene?”

“Let’s go,” Irene said.