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

I looked around.

Then closed it.

I was tired of fighting.

I told myself perhaps I’d left it that way.

I didn’t check the recording.

The next three weeks passed uneasily.

Aaron remained in the house.

Douglas continued making comments about my mood.