Quinn shook her head. “If it turns out he really was the one who did it, I don’t know if I want to be responsible for bringing back those memories.”

“Which leaves us with Sylvia or Nate,” Harper said. “Maybe we could use the bourbon festival. Baker’s is one of the biggest sponsors. I’m sure I could come up with a reason I need to talk to Sylvia. Then you could join me and… do whatever it is you want to do.”

Just then, Addison appeared from the bathroom, wet hair dripping onto one of Quinn’s T-shirts, her phone pressed to her ear. “I’ll let you know either way,” she said. “Talk to you soon, Sylvia.”

Quinn and Harper shared a look.

“You and Sylvia Bonner are talking?” Quinn asked.

“Apparently,” Addison said as she grabbed her abandoned teacup and rinsed it in the sink. “She had my number from the delivery this week. She wants to invite our family over for dinner.”

Quinn arched an eyebrow. “What was that about coincidences?” she said to Harper with a gleam in her eye.

Chapter 24

Addison

Every summer, for years, Sylvia Bonner would invite the Haywoods to her estate for the annual founders’ dinner, a sort of end to the first day of the Yarrow festival, and every summer, Maura Haywood would decline. Eventually, Sylvia stopped asking. So when she extended the invitation to Addison directly, it seemed like she was making an attempt to apologize—somewhat publicly—for Nate’s accusations. Though Addison knew the shadow garden was to blame for the chaos at the funeral, with this invitation, Sylvia had managed to ease at least some of what Addison was starting to think was permanent self-doubt.

“Out of everyone, a Bonner was the last person I expected to take my side.” Even saying it out loud, it didn’t feel real.

“Excuse me. I took your side.” Though Quinn crossed her arms and had a slight huff in her voice, the softness in her eyes betrayed her.

“All I’m saying is that I’ve yet to see this awful person Grams warned us about our whole lives,” Addison said. “I should be the one apologizing to Sylvia for the rosemary. I don’t get it.”

“The tea leaves literally told you this was coming,” Quinn said.

“Three times,” Harper added.

“There’s no way in hell Grams is going to agree to join the Bonners for dinner.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Quinn said. She raised her index finger. “One, Grams would never pass up a public apology from Sylvia.”

Addison started to interrupt, but Quinn held up a second finger. “And two, sure, the tea leaves may be somewhat responsible for getting us into this mess in the first place, but it’s pretty clear they’re not done with the Bonners yet, so neither are we, and not even Grams will be able to argue against that.”

“But—”