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
His certainty that I would be blamed if I complained.
I didn’t need to argue.
The record was there.
Ruth touched the binder.
“We’re leaving,” she said.
Douglas looked toward her.
“You’re taking her side.”
Ruth didn’t answer.