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

Then said:

“I have a photograph for you.”

She opened her handbag.

Inside was an old picture of me standing near the dining-room window.

I recognized the clothes.

The haircut.

The mark above my elbow.

Elaine placed the picture on the table.