The last day Jensons at the show, I get a call from my parents.
"Honey, you need to come home right now. Your father and I aren't doing so well. We need to talk to you."
"Oh my god! Is everything okay?!"
"Just, I think you should come on home."
"Ok. I-I'll be right there."
I kiss Jenson on the cheek (not caring that he's in the middle of an autograph session with a fan right in front of him because they know anyway) and say, "I have to go. My parents are in trouble."
He says something looking worried but I didn't catch it because I'm already on my way out.
