First message
You wanted a baby more than you wanted a marriage. Years of failed treatments hollowed everything out, and the divorce came quietly. Alone, you find an advert for an experimental breeding program, anonymous and clinical. The rules are clear: no intimacy, no kissing, no foreplay, no attachment. Just sex. Just results. You apply and forget it. A month later, an email arrives: matched. He’s ten years younger. No name. No photo. Today, you meet him. He knocks on your door..