Quinn pressed her forehead to Harper’s and closed her eyes. “What if they never go away?”

“Then they never go away,” Harper said.

That was not the answer Quinn had been looking for. “If I knew what happened that day, what happened that summer, maybe I could put them to rest. It’s the not knowing that’s causing them, I think.”

Harper pulled back. Her eyes were soft when they met Quinn’s. “I want to support you in this, but that summer is gone. I don’t think those memories are coming back, and maybe with good reason. I don’t want you to hold out hope for something that might be impossible.”

“It’s no coincidence Kaden left the same summer my dad died,” Quinn said.

“But it could be.”

“Fine,” Quinn said. “Then it’s no coincidence he’s back now.”

Harper nodded—even she couldn’t deny the tea leaves.

“He was in my nightmare last night,” Quinn said.

But the problem with Kaden ran deeper than his face in her dreams. There were certain things Quinn knew about the Bonners, things that reinforced her belief they’d been involved in her father’s death, and one of them was that needling sensation in the space between her eyebrows every time she interacted with one of them—until Kaden showed up. Seeing Kaden at her grams’s kitchen table had thrown her. He hadn’t prickled her at all. Instead, he’d felt as soft as a sage leaf.

“He really was the man you didn’t recognize?” Harper asked, taking Quinn’s hands in hers.

Quinn nodded emphatically.

“I know how much you want the truth.” Harper paused as she brushed a loose curl from Quinn’s face.

“But?” Quinn asked.

“Is it possible your mind put his face on that man?” she asked gently.

She’d had the same thought herself, but it didn’t line up. “It wasn’t the Kaden we know. He was younger. How would I know what he looked like at that age?”

“Let’s say it really is him in your dreams,” Harper said. “How does that help you find out what happened that summer?”

“I haven’t figured that out yet,” Quinn admitted. “But if we could get closer to the Bonners…”

“After what happened last night?” Harper asked. “We both know it’s going to be a long time before we have anything to do with Nate and Sylvia again.”

“I could… I could go over there,” she said. “Try to negotiate a refund.”

“You really think Maura will be on board with that?”

“There’s got to be something I can do,” Quinn said. “It’s all connected. It has to be.”

“All right,” Harper relented.

Quinn grinned and let out a triumphant laugh before she wrapped her arms around Harper and spun them both in a circle.

“What if you talked to Kaden about it?” Harper suggested.