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

“No.”

“Call anyone?”

“No.”

I stared.

She smiled faintly.

“You don’t have another task from me today.”

For a moment, I didn’t understand how to respond.

For weeks, my life had been organized around documents.