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
'Tis the season to shovel enormous amounts of watermelon into your mouth while hunched over the cutting board like a dehydrated vampire that hasn't fed on blood in four hundred years and the only viable substitute is this questionable Christmas-colored fruit. — Ari11