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
I thought of the camera above the bookshelf.
The one object that had recorded what happened without asking anyone to explain it afterward.
“No,” I said quietly.
“I’m making it possible to sleep somewhere safe.”
PART 5 — THE PRICE OF LEAVING
I hadn’t realized how many belongings could accumulate in one bedroom.
Clothes.
Books.
Old photographs.
A winter coat.