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Chapter Ninety: Edinburgh
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ALPHA DOM AND HIS HUMAN SURROGATE Chapter Ninety: Edinburgh
February twelfth arrives at four in the morning Chicago time.I am already awake.Lucia is well fed and settled in the small bassinet beside the bed. She sleeps with the complete commitment of someone who has decided that sleep is worth doing properly. Without no stress in the world. Her face in the dark is the most precious thing I have ever looked at.Dominic is awake beside me. With his gruffy hair, signs of beards and the sleepy eyes, I wonder how he still manage to look so handsome.We don't speak. We lie in the dark and we wait for the group chat to tell us the delegation is in the building.At four-oh-seven Margot texts."We're here. Outside the Conclave chamber. Ready."Then Adaeze: "Room energy is different from what I expected.""How?" I text."Expectant," she says. "Like it's waiting."I look at the ceiling.A room that has been waiting.Since 1847.At four-fifteen the five of them go in.I know this because the group chat goes quiet, which is its own kind of signal. Phone
ALPHA DOM AND HIS HUMAN SURROGATE Chapter Eighty-Nine: The First Five Days
The first day is just us.No visitors except Petra, who doesn't count as a visitor because she was there. She stays for the morning and holds Lucia twice and cries both times without apology and then says she's going to get food and does, returning with the specific items from the specific place I mentioned wanting in my third trimester and saying nothing about the fact that she remembered.She remembered.I sleep in fragments. The sleep of the first day, not rest exactly, more like the body pressing pause between the things it needs to do. Lucia sleeps in the same rhythm. We are already synchronized in the way that people who have been sharing a body for thirty-five weeks are synchronized.Dominic is in the chair. Watching.He is always in the chair.When I wake he is awake. When I sleep I am aware of him being present in the room the way I am aware of the light, fundamentally and without requiring verification.On the second day I hold Lucia at the east-facing window of the hospital
ALPHA DOM AND HIS HUMAN SURROGATE Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Night She Comes
The drive to the hospital took about twelve minutes. Dominic drives with both hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road and says nothing, which is exactly right. He has been preparing for this the way he prepares for everything that matters. Not anxiously. With the focused calm of someone who has run the scenario enough times in his head that the actual event has somewhere to land. I watch the city go past us. Chicago at eleven at night has this kind of serenity that I loved about it. The lights and the movement and the particular energy of a city that doesn't fully sleep. I've driven through this city at this hour for twelve years. It looks the same. Everything is completely different. The pressure is consistent and low and undeniable. Coming intermittently. Not what the books describe as painful yet. The books will be proven right eventually. For now it is the specific physical certainty of something that has made its decision and is proceeding accordingly. Lucia, who gathere
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
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