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 stared.

“I want them to believe me.”

“And what does that accomplish legally?”

I looked down.

She softened.

“Madison, wanting to be believed is understandable.

But you don’t have to build your recovery around convincing every person who trusted your father.”

I thought about that.