John B. Allen (MrBallen)

Who do you think it is?

You know what I mean?

So I just was like, how do I approach this?

How old are you?

I was 16.

But I was like, oh, I have the perfect thing to ask.

So I go in the kitchen and I'm like shaking up because I know this happened.

This was not like some fleeting dream, like something happened.

And I say to her, I'm like, hey, and she's making coffee, doing her thing.

And I'm like, hey, did your sons, your older sons, did one of them show up last night?

And she sort of looked at me and she just didn't say anything.

And I'm like, were they here?

Did they stop by at any point?

she goes no and i just i clearly had a reaction to that she could see a reaction from me i was like let down like that was my one silver bullet maybe that was nick's brother being really weird last night you know and she looks at me and she's like john it's okay it was just my husband i heard him last night too

And I got to tell you, that was not a reassuring thing to hear from a parent.

It caught me so flat-footed because it's like, I haven't even, I came out there looking like shit.

I came out there looking like I had seen a ghost.

I clearly was probing about something that happened last night.

I'm asking, I'm doubling down on, was your son here?

She just sort of said it.