The Arrival of Carroll

What Sol had said was like the seed of hope to me, and this seed was ready to sprout and thrive. Soon, I became despondent. "It won't be easy to rebuild their homes. I have no money or helpers. What can I do?" Sol rubbed my head. "Don't worry. I will help you." "Really? Let's see what we can do!" I couldn't wait to atone for my sin. It was better to do something than lie hopelessly here. Sol laughed. "Calm down. You are still weak and need a good rest. "What shall I do for a quick recovery?" I became restless at the thought that the alive had no shelter over their heads. When Sol wanted to answer me, there came a man. The comer was Karl, Sol's assistant. He whispered something to Sol, and I vaguely heard the name of Carroll. I didn't want to hear this name. At the same time, I was worried about Carroll. Did something happen to him? Carroll might be the culprit of this tragedy. I should hate him, but I couldn't help worrying about him. Especially when I recalled how good he had been to