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

Then at Douglas.

“Both of them.”

Elena wrote their names beneath the location.

I saw the smoke detector above my bookshelf.

For three weeks, I had kept my eyes away from it whenever anyone entered my room.

Now Elena was standing directly beneath it.

“Officer?”

She turned.