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

But every argument ended in the same place.

He would explain.

Douglas would support him.

I would become exhausted.

Now the recordings were preserved.

The police had the statements.

I didn’t need to argue in the hallway.

I carried the boxes outside.