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
“You left it that way yourself.”
Douglas always supported him.
After a while, I began avoiding the subject.
I didn’t want to spend another evening defending my memory.
The first incident I could date clearly happened before February 8.
I came home and found clothes moved from my dresser.
A cardboard box that belonged beneath my bed sat on top of the closet shelf.
I asked Aaron whether he’d entered.