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

Actively directing the search.

Ruth continued.

Aaron asked what they would do if I complained.

Douglas adjusted the cuff of his shirt.

Then said:

“She’ll be blamed for making this into another family problem.”

Ruth stopped the recording.

For several seconds, neither of us moved.