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 rest could be handled later.

I stood in the bedroom holding a pair of socks.

The lamp was gone.

The door still didn’t close properly.

The camera had been collected.

The ceiling above my bookshelf looked strangely empty.

I folded the socks and placed them in the box.

Then I heard Douglas downstairs.