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

She sat beside me.

And waited.

PART 2 — THE HOUSE WHERE EVERYONE HAD AN EXPLANATION

The Kensington house was a two-story property in Cedar Falls, with a narrow garage and a kitchen that had changed very little since I was a child.

The cabinets were the same dark wood.

The old dining table still had a shallow scratch from when Aaron dragged a metal toy across it at seven years old.

And the kitchen clock ran four minutes fast because Douglas had never bothered to correct it.