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 rubbed the edge of my phone case again.

“I need to explain that carefully.”

“Then start with the date.”

“Three weeks ago.”

She wrote it down.

“Why?”

“Aaron had been in my room.”

“Searching for what?”