Everything you've been trying to run from is too consuming to hide. If you want Lucian to live, leave a black bag with the amount requested before in the park where you received this note. Otherwise, the child is ours and the kid dies.
Eh... didn't really come out the way I wanted. Whatever.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Turn your demons into art, your shadow into a friend, your fear into fuel, your failures into teachers, your weaknesses into reasons to keep fighting. Don’t waste your pain. Recycle your heart. — Andréa Balt