"Seriously, Peter," Sarah said, leaning forward like she needed to get a closer look at me to make sure I was still the same person. "You're driving better than Dad ever did."
"Better than anyone I've ever seen," Emma added, and there was something like pride in her voice, like she was already planning to brag about her brother's mysterious driving skills to her friends.
Madison was smiling beside me, clearly enjoying my sisters' shock more than she was trying to hide. "I told you he was special."
...Special. If they only knew how special. This driving exhibition is like showing them a magic trick while hiding the entire fucking circus. Wait until they see what else the system downloaded into my brain...
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