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

Bought a simple curtain.

Straightened the thrift-store lamp.

Organized my books.

Put one family photograph on the shelf.

Not the photograph of the old mark on my arm.

That remained in the records.

A different one.

Elaine and me laughing outside a grocery store when I was younger.