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

For a moment, I wanted to keep watching.

Rewind.

Find another angle.

Study Aaron’s hands.

Study Douglas.

Look for something that would explain why my father laughed when I asked for help.

Ruth closed the laptop.

“You don’t need to solve your father’s motives tonight.”