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 know.”
She looked toward the hallway.
“I remember the mark on your arm.
I remember asking you.
I remember Douglas supplying an explanation before you answered.”
I nodded.
She continued.
“I can’t tell anyone exactly what caused it, because I didn’t see that happen.”