Tonight, I saw a different part of Carson. Not the boy who would start fights with other boys in school, not the boy who is always getting in trouble and not the underground fighter, but a boy who has problems with his father at home and who is frustrated because of it.

On Sunday afternoon, I was ready to go to the concert where Kevin was going to perform, but I was in my room pacing the floor. Allan was in the living room at this current moment. I heard bottles clanging together, so I ...