Tears threatened to fill my eyes, but I blinked them back as I followed Karma through the house.
"Dad!" Karma shouted.
"Aye!" I heard Blaze grunt back.
We turned a corner and walked into the living room. Blaze was sitting in a recliner that was almost directly in front of the TV. He had an oxygen tank sitting next to him with tubes that led to his nose. He looked different, just like Karma warned me. He's smaller than he was before. Still covered in tattoos though. Like his son now is. And he looks older. His hair is graying at the sides and gray streaks run through his dark beard.
"Hope you're back with good news, boy," Blaze grumbled without looking up at us.
Karma turned his head to give a smile that screamed 'told you so'. I stuck my tongue out at him, and he just shook his head
