Dadcrush—real name , a nickname that had stuck after his father’s relentless “dad jokes” and the way he’d always “crush” any obstacle with a grin—had been the first to arrive. He carried a battered leather satchel and a folded, yellowed envelope that had been tucked away in his grandmother’s attic for decades.
“You sure you want to open this?” Aria asked, her voice low but edged with curiosity. She was perched on the low wall, her hair a cascade of dark curls that seemed to move with the wind. dadcrush+aria+banks+they+grow+up+so+fast+3
“You did it,” she said, shaking each of their hands. “You grew up fast, but you grew wisely. The sky isn’t just a place to fly—it's a reminder that the world is vast, but your bond can keep you grounded.” Dadcrush—real name , a nickname that had stuck