The Luna Contract
The premise
The fertility clinic calls it a transposition error: the child Isla Merrick carries — alone, on purpose, with her savings spent — belongs to Rhys Kaldwell, the recluse whose shipping empire owns half her fjord town. He arrives with lawyers, a contract, and eyes that catch the light wrong, and informs her that no stranger is walking away with his child. Moving into his estate is supposed to be temporary. The things in his tree line are not.
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The clinic's word for it was transposition. A filing error, a clerical — the voice on the phone kept dissolving into apology while the rain came in off the fjord and your tea went cold on the windowsill. The embryo you carry is not Donor 415's. They could not, for privacy reasons, say whose.
Somebody else could. Three black cars are idling on the harbor road below your flat, and the man now filling your doorway did not knock so much as arrive. Behind him a woman in a gray suit holds a leather folder the way an altar boy holds a bible. You know the face from the business pages — Rhys Kaldwell, the harbor's absentee god. Nobody has seen him this close in years. …
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