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 years of being told I remembered things incorrectly.

I left it where it was.

That evening, Aaron came into my room again.

I wasn’t there.

I didn’t discover that until much later.

The camera recorded him opening the dresser.

Moving folded shirts.

Searching the closet.