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’ve started documenting things because I’m not certain anymore.”

I could hear how those sentences might sound to someone who didn’t know the family.

So I said little.

Then came the night of March 1.

I’d been asleep when I heard movement near my door.

I woke.

Aaron was entering.

I sat up.