My son Riley's mom arrived with him in Kent, WA, from Oakland when he was just a toddler, and signed up for services. I followed them both up there, because I had fallen in love with Riley and wanted to be his dad.

I was there through everything, schools from pre-kindergarten through high school, and then on to WyoTech down in Laramie. Every sporting event, every musical event, he was my boy.

One day, the welfare department wanted to go after Riley's biological father for back-payments. Since I was being his father, I was up first. They swabbed Riley's and mine cheeks, and determined that we were not related.

His mom was in a promiscuous state around his conception. No judgment here, hey, people fuck. The other guys involved were hit up in the Bay Area, and swabbed. Nobody...

So, who was Riley's biological father? There was really only one conclusion, the good looking mechanic named James Pruit, went by JP, hanging out with his mom's roommates, Mike and Michelle. He was the only one left, that never got swabbed.

Riley and Jess have jumped on this, determined that JP has died, and just had lunch with JP's brother and his wife, in Arizona.

My boy and his family have arrived at a place where answers can be found!