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Chapter Eighty-Seven: 1847
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ALPHA DOM AND HIS HUMAN SURROGATE Chapter Eighty-Seven: 1847
I don't sleep.Not from anxiety. From the wakefulness and awareness of someone whose mind is working through something too large to process horizontally.I lie in the dark at two in the morning and I think about a woman named Lucia Castillo who traveled from New Mexico to Edinburgh in 1847 and stood in front of a Conclave that turned her away.How long did that journey take in 1847?Weeks. Months possibly. Across the Atlantic on a ship. Through Scotland in conditions that I can't fully imagine. To a city that would have been cold and unfamiliar, speaking a language that may not have been her first, carrying a claim that the people she was presenting it to had already decided they didn't want to hear.She came anyway.She made the case anyway.They turned her away.And she went home and her community continued and a century later they wrote the 1923 declaration and put it in a box in the ground and then they were scattered and then the ground held it for a hundred years and then Paz op
ALPHA DOM AND HIS HUMAN SURROGATE Chapter Eighty-Six: The Last Weeks
We fly back to Chicago on Sunday evening.The flight is quiet. I'm thirty-three weeks and the seat is less comfortable than the flight out. Dominic has reconfigured his bag under my feet again and is reading something and has his hand on the armrest where I can reach it if I want to, which I do, which I do without thinking about it now, which is how I know something has fully changed.I used to think about reaching for things, for him. Now I just reach.I lay back comfortably to adjust myself with the weight.We land at nine. The Chicago cold is different from New Mexico in the way that cold with humidity is different from cold without it. I feel it the moment we step outside and I think: home. My body recognizing it.The apartment is dark when we arrive. All lights off.We turn on the kitchen light first. Always the kitchen.I stand at the counter and drink water and look at the photograph on the refrigerator. Me and Petra and my mother at Navy Pier. The summer before she died. All
ALPHA DOM AND HIS HUMAN SURROGATE Chapter Eighty-Five: What She Should Have Said
Her name is Fenella Macrae.Eighty-six years old. Edinburgh Conclave member for forty-three years. Pack lineage going back to the Scottish highlands in the seventeenth century. The kind of standing that doesn't need to be announced because it simply is, the way mountains simply are.Pren sends me a brief biography before the call.She has voted against every Lunare motion in four decades of governance. Not abstained from. Voted against. Actively and consistently. The record is clear.And now she wants to speak with me.I call from Elena's sitting room on Sunday morning.It is seven in Chicago and three in the afternoon in Edinburgh.She answers on the second ring.Her voice is older than I expected but not weakened. Still firm as she speaks. The quality of a voice that has been saying important things for a very long time and has learned exactly how to carry them."Ms. Navarro," she says flatly."Ms. Macrae," I say."Thank you for calling," she says. "I'll begin directly. I've been t
ALPHA DOM AND HIS HUMAN SURROGATE Chapter Eighty-Four: The Window That Moved
I send Pren the photographs that night.All of them. The declaration. The box. The photograph of the Mira Seca community in 1923. A brief explanatory note in plain language: what it is, where it was found, what it means legally.I don't editorialize. The document speaks for itself. A 1923 community declaration stating formal rights that predate any Conclave acknowledgment or denial by decades. Not a petition and not a request. A prior claim.Pren responds at six in the morning Edinburgh time.One line."This changes the session significantly. I'm convening the senior members today."I put my phone down and look at the ceiling of Elena's guest room.Dominic is asleep beside me. His breathing is even. I keep staring at his chest heaving. I could slightly see a bit of skin from the upper missed button of his nightie and a part of me was hoping more was exposed. I stare at how peaceful he looked while sleeping. He has the ability to sleep through significant situations that I have always
ALPHA DOM AND HIS HUMAN SURROGATE Chapter Eighty-Three: What the Castillo Family Left Behind
The wax breaks cleanly so easily cause of how long it was wearing in hiding experiencing all kinds of seasons.I lift the lid gently.Inside, nested in cloth that was once white and has aged to a pale cream, are three things.A folded document. Very old. The paper has the quality of something that has been carefully stored rather than forgotten. Thick, deliberate paper that someone chose specifically because they intended it to last.A small cloth pouch, tied shut with a cord that has dried and stiffened with age.And a photograph.I take the photograph out first because photographs tell you immediately what you're looking at and I need to know where I am before I read anything.It is the community.Not the one in Rosamund's hallway, the 1960s version. Older than that. Much older. Sepia-toned and slightly damaged at one corner but intact in the way that things survive when someone wraps them in good cloth and seals them against the weather.Forty, maybe fifty people. Standing in front
ALPHA DOM AND HIS HUMAN SURROGATE Chapter Eighty-Two: What the Ground Kept
I am thirty-two weeks pregnant.Dominic points this out within thirty seconds of reading the text exchange over my shoulder, which is the appropriate response and also the one I was already having with myself before he said it."I know," I say."Albuquerque is a two-hour flight," he says."I know," I say."Dr. Vega would need to clear it," he says."I know," I say again. He looks at me knowing that I won't change my mind."You're going," he says."Not immediately," I say. "But yes."He is quiet for a moment.Then he casually picks up his phone."I'll look at flights for next weekend," he says. "If Vega clears it."I look at him."You're coming," I say."Of course I'm coming," he says, with the specific expression of someone who finds the question slightly baffling as if that was a question I shouldn't I have. Maybe it is. I text Paz."Next weekend if I can get medical clearance. Is that workable?"Her response is immediate."I'll be here. I'm not moving from Albuquerque until you se
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