The game had gone on for what felt like eternity. I got tired of watching Ace get beaten by the one person I hated most in the world aside from my mother. So, I slipped out of Ace’s room the moment Michael won another round, the sound of his victory whoop following me into the hallway. My head was pounding, partly from the noise, partly from boredom, and partly from the way Michael kept floating around me like an annoying fly that didn’t understand the concept of personal ...