At 3 A.M., My Brother Dragged Me Out of My Bedroom While Dad Laughed—He Had No Idea What the Smoke Detector Had Recorded

The damaged latch.

The room layout.

The phone recovered from the living room.

She showed me how the evidence could support a limited conclusion without requiring speculation about every movement outside the frame.

Then she stopped.

“Madison, you’ve seen enough for today.”

I stared at the screen.

My own frightened face remained visible.