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
No footsteps above me.
No television from Douglas’s room.
No Aaron moving furniture.
No one asking why my bedroom door was closed.
I sat on the edge of the bed and listened.
A car passed.
Someone in the neighboring duplex closed a cabinet.
A dog barked briefly.