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

For years, I’d spent enormous energy explaining myself.

Perhaps I could stop.

The official packet would contain what was needed.

People could form their own opinions.

I didn’t need to pursue them individually.

Elaine came to the duplex while we were finishing the records.

She brought her written statement.

Ruth reviewed it.