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

“She could have moved it.”

My hands tightened around the edge of the table.

I’d asked Douglas why Aaron searched my room.

He’d told me I was making a problem out of nothing.

I’d explained that my belongings had been disturbed.

He’d said Aaron was merely helping.

Now the recording showed my father participating.

Not passively.