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

At the station, after Elena collected the camera, I kept thinking about the bedroom.

The first recording.

February 8.

What if the camera showed that I’d remembered something incorrectly?

What if Aaron had a reasonable explanation?

What if Douglas had truly believed he was helping?

I wanted answers.

But I was frightened of them.