Chapter 389: The Wrong Bailey

The investigation moved into its next phase with the wrong bailey, and Freya insisted that everyone follow the same discipline that had kept the previous Crosswind discoveries from turning into chaos. Bailey proves she did not create the new account and was traveling without computer access when the submission occurred.

She had learned that a strange fact became more dangerous when people rushed to explain it. A file could be authentic without its interpretation being correct. A timestamp could be accurate while the assumptions surrounding it were wrong. Even a sentence that seemed personally directed at her could have been produced by a process nobody had identified yet.

Her identity was used because her name already existed in an old publishing database.

Louis listened to the briefing without interrupting. His instinct was still to remove threats before they reached Freya, but the weeks since their argument had changed the way he acted on that instinct. He asked what she wanted done before issuing instructions of his own. It was a small habit, repeated often enough that Freya had begun to trust the change.

Their relationship was not back to the easy confidence it had possessed before the bankruptcy truth surfaced. Freya did not expect it to be. Trust rebuilt through repetition, not declarations. Louis could tell her that everything he owned belonged to her a hundred times; answering an uncomfortable question without hiding the inconvenient part mattered more.

Freya had also examined her own behavior. Independence could become another kind of armor if she used it to refuse help simply because accepting help felt vulnerable. She did not want Louis controlling her decisions, but neither did she want to prove she needed nobody. A marriage between two stubborn people required a middle ground neither of them found naturally.

Work continued to provide that middle ground. Sunroom's cultural-center project had reached the stage where elegant drawings met concrete, steel, old masonry, and contractors with very practical objections. Freya spent hours resolving details that would never appear in glossy photographs but would determine whether the building actually functioned.

Awake Stories was busier as well. The mysterious submission had been quarantined so thoroughly that most employees knew only that a manuscript was under legal review. Freya wanted it that way. Her company existed to publish stories, not become one.

Claire understood the irony better than anyone. She had once written Gentle Devotion believing she controlled every person inside it. Now she treated every recovered draft with almost exaggerated humility. She never called a similarity proof until Derek or Mercer could support it independently.

Mercer was even less romantic about the technology. Whenever someone used words like portal, destiny, or alternate world, he translated the claim into something testable. What process produced the file? What data could it access? What happened before and after the event? If the question could not be tested, he labeled it speculation and moved on.

Freya appreciated him for that. She did not need another person telling her that her impossible memories must be imaginary. She also did not need someone telling her every anomaly confirmed them. She needed people willing to stand beside uncertainty without forcing it to become belief.

That evening, she and Louis ate at home. Their meals had become more elaborate than the noodles and simple breakfasts of the apartment years, but Freya still occasionally made the omelet that had once shocked him. Louis claimed it tasted better now. Freya accused him of becoming easier to please.

The ordinary teasing eased something in her chest.

After dinner, Freya updated her notebook. Facts went on one page. Possibilities went on another. She left predictions blank.

The hidden manuscript remained sealed. She had no intention of checking whether its unread headings had anticipated the latest events. Whatever the system knew—or appeared to know—Freya refused to let it become a third participant in her marriage or her decisions.

Before closing the notebook, she wrote one final sentence beneath the day's notes.

A story can describe a choice without owning it.

She underlined the words once.

Then she turned off the light and went to find Louis.