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
More than anything she wanted the world to be uncomplicated, for right and wrong to be as easily divided as the black and white sections of an Oreo. But the world was not a cookie. — Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Tree of Wishes