Karl's POV
This has to be some kind of twisted dream. Maybe I'm lying unconscious somewhere after a fight, and my mind is playing tricks on me. Nothing about this feels real - sitting here on my leather couch, game controller gripped in my hands, watching my son dominate me at racing games. My son. This incredible little human being who carries my features and radiates Sally's warmth.
"Come on, go faster! You can do it!" Warren shouts, practically bouncing off the cushions as I slam my virtual car into another barrier for what feels like the hundredth time tonight.
I've mastered this game over countless late nights. Hell, I can beat anyone except Sean when he's really trying. But here I am, getting completely destroyed by a six-year-old, and I couldn't be happier about it. The pure excitement in his voice makes every loss worth it. I'd gladly lose every game for the rest of my existence if it meant keeping that look of admiration in his eyes.
