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
A book rested on the shelf.
No papers were spread across the floor.
No photographs of damage lay beside my breakfast.
I noticed the table was slightly off-center.
So I moved it.
The legs scraped.
I stopped.
Then tried again more gently.