The first jump. Kaelen hit the nitro. The Centenario lurched. For a second, he drew level. Through the shimmer of the ghost, he could almost see his father's helmet—a matte-black skull with a single red visor.
"No," Kaelen said, pulling off his VR headset. In the real world, a single tear rolled down his cheek. "He let me go." asphalt 9 archive
Dox was silent. Then: "You let it go."