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
The latch clicked.
Nothing followed.
That evening, I opened the drawer containing the binder.
Not because I was frightened.
Because I needed to put away an updated document.
I checked the label.
Placed the paper in the appropriate sleeve.
Closed the binder.