“Congratulations,” he said. “It looks like you managed to get the ransom. You’ll see your brother very soon.” “Is he okay?” “He’s fine.” Perhaps not in the best of shape, but it was the boy’s own fault. “This has been a great week for you. You got all that you asked for.” “What? I never asked for this.” She sounded angry and confused. But it was a lie. She was lying. She had asked for this. She wanted this.
