Maya felt sick.
"And a son."
Her eyes slowly moved back toward the photo.
The little boy.
The smiling woman.
No...
No no no.
The man continued:
"They disappeared."
Maya frowned.
"Disappeared?"
Ryan lowered his head.
The man smiled.
"Ryan owed people money."
Maya looked at Ryan.
"He made terrible business deals."
Ryan whispered:
"Stop."
But the man kept speaking.
"He borrowed money from dangerous people."
Maya's breathing grew heavier.
"And one night..."
Silence.
"His wife and son vanished."
Maya stared.
Ryan suddenly shouted:
"STOP TALKING!"
But it was too late.
The tall man looked at Maya.
And said:
"Because WE took them."
Silence.
Complete silence.
Maya blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Her mind couldn't process the words.
"...What?"
The man grinned.
"We kept them."
Ryan closed his eyes.
Pain covered his face.
Maya looked at Ryan.
Then at the men.
Then back at Ryan.
"No..."
Ryan slowly nodded.
A tear rolled down his face.
"For three years."
Maya took a step back.
"No..."
Ryan's voice cracked.
"They said if I didn't obey them..."
another tear fell,
