CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
ADAM MEADOWS
Sa ilang araw na lumipas, I was still consumed by the need to figure out who was responsible for my parents death. Every waking moment, every thought was fixated on this single goal. I had to know who orchestrated the tragedy that tore my life apart.
Determined to find answers, I went to the jail myself. The two men who had delivered the gas tank to our house were locked up there, and I needed to confront them. As I walked through the cold, sterile corridors of the prison, my heart pounded with a mix of rage and anticipation.
When I finally saw them, sitting behind the bars, my blood boiled. T*ngina. I felt a deep and intense anger surge through me. My vision blurred for a moment, and all I wanted to do was pull out a gun and blow their heads off right
