Haven’s POV

“Gin!” declares my father as he lays down the cards on the bed table. I feel my insides sink with competitive defeat as I look at the cards he put down. I count them, just to make sure. Sometimes, my father gets confused or tries to slip one by me playfully just to make sure I am paying attention.

Sure enough, there is a perfect gin spread. A run of four diamonds, three kings, and a run of three hearts.

“Sure enough. Are you sure you are ...