Wishes Have Come True

Aria

Mom was completely fine with me going to The Badger’s Dip.

She sat at the kitchen island, packing sandwiches into a basket like she was sending me to a field trip. “Come on, Rhys,” she said, spreading apple jam on bread, “she’s a big girl. She needs to be out in the world.”

Dad leaned against the fridge, arms crossed, rigid. “I’m concerned about her safety,” he seethed.

A smile tugged at my