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
Listening.
Checking the phone.
Wondering whether Aaron had called.
Whether Douglas had sent a message.
Whether Elaine was upset.
Every time a car passed outside, I held still.
Every time the hallway floor creaked, I looked toward the door.
The duplex was quiet.