This woman is a mystery.
And I don’t know if she will ever find him, but she will find out.
A couple weeks ago, I was at my friend’s house in South L.A. When I got there, I realized I was not alone in her house.
Her son, Ryan, had gone missing from the house.
I was there with him and our daughter, Chloe, when we found out what had happened.
We didn’t know what had actually happened to him, or if he was even alive.
But after I spoke to him a few times, Ryan said, “Dad, I think he’s dead.”
Chloe, who is seven years old, was crying.
Ryan was screaming and sobbing.
We were all in shock.
Ryan’s brother, Michael, had been the first to come home from work when we went looking for Ryan.
He was a big, muscular man with a huge grin and a big voice.
He wore a blue shirt with a red patch on it and a red baseball cap, but I don´t know if he had a tie on.
I just knew he was there.
Ryan was 6 feet tall and weighed about 170 pounds.
He had blond hair and blue eyes.
He also had the body of a boy, about the same age as me.
I had a hard time figuring out what Ryan looked like, but it was obvious that he had been kidnapped by someone.
I could tell he was a very quiet, reserved kid who liked to play with dolls and ride bikes.
I saw no signs of trauma on his body. Ryan didn´t look like he had any signs of abuse.
But that was all I could see.
When we went to the police department, I asked what happened to Ryan and they said, I donít know, they didn´T have a good idea.
I told them that I wanted to know more.
They told me that Ryan was abducted and that they had a lot of leads.
I couldnít believe what I was hearing.
The detectives told me I had to get to a hotel.
They also told me to get some kind of identification.
I needed to find a car to drive.
I didnít think that would work.
I went back to Ryan’s mother, a middle-aged woman, and asked if she would drive him to the hotel.
She said that she was too busy with work.
But she also told her son, “I want to find him.”
I got Ryan to the motel and drove him to his sister, who was also working, where she was staying with her husband.
When they went to pick up Ryan, they found that he was dead.
I asked Chloe what happened.
She told me, “He got lost and got into a trash can and fell into the garbage.
I went home and tried to get the police to help me.
At first, I couldn´t get anyone to come to the house because the neighbors were all busy.
Then I got the police.
I gave them Ryan’s ID and told them where he lived.
The police said they could get a DNA sample from him, so I took him to a lab and did the DNA.
When the DNA came back positive, they said they had found a match to Ryan.
They said that they were going to send Ryan home. We couldníve done this for Ryan, but we couldní’t do it for Chloe.
I thought he was my best friend, and Chloe loved him.
I knew he wouldnít hurt Chloe.
But when Chloe found out, she was upset and upset.
She felt that she had to do something.
I wanted Ryan home, but Chloe didníT want to leave Ryan.
We had to find out what happened, but the police wouldníT come to help us.
We just had to wait for them to come.
After a few days, I called Chloe.
She was crying, and I told her I was trying to find Ryan and I wanted her to come with me.
She hugged me and said, You can come too.
Chloe and I drove over to Ryan´s sister’s house.
She went in and got him and we both cried.
We looked at each other and said to each other, We were so scared.
Chloe, I know you have been through this before, but now that you know that Ryan is alive, it makes everything that happened so much easier.
We are still in shock, but Ryan is happy.