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

For a moment, I saw genuine surprise.

Elaine rarely interrupted him.

Then he gathered the mail.

“Madison needs rest.”

“I have another interview this afternoon,” I said.

His expression tightened.

“With the police?”

“Yes.”