HOPE STRIDERS

“My name’s Ryan,” he said clearly. “How in the world did you get in my room?” “You know, Kay, leaving doors open the way you do this window is just an invitation for someone to come in.” He smiled at the thought. “Like me. Unfortunately you wouldn’t want people like me coming through your window.” “And why’s that? You’re going to hurt me? You’re going to steal from my house? Dude you have no idea ...