This is not right....
''How did we make it out?'' I asked.
''You breathed in too many fumes and passed out.I was as weak as a little butterfly!''
''I don't know dear.I guess only the Lord knows what happens, and he may want it to stay that way.'' She answered. This is really hard for me.
Who did this to me?I will find out.I will find out who tried to kill us.I will find out who killed my brother.
Most of all, I will find out who saved us and rejoice.