So you’re a reader,” My mom sighs, as if somehow this elevates Isabel to yet another realm of perfection.

Wait. Is a real, live adult person actually asking me details about the games I play? This is unheard of.

It seems like the best escape games come from Japan for some reason. It makes me proud.

I can’t believe I thought this was going to be boring. This is great!

At this moment, I know that the answer has to be yes. I am defeated. By my own father. How Darth Vader.

I turn back to the Archers, who don’t look like the same species as us. Do they even sweat, these people?

Dad has shamelessly played the Mom card. Against which there is no defense.