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’re making this into something it isn’t.”
“Then explain what he was looking for.”
He folded the letter.
“Madison, don’t start.”
I waited.
He looked toward the hallway.
“You’ve been upset lately.
I think you need to get some rest.”