Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

“Let’s see if anyone sparks a memory. Otherwise, all our efforts will have been for naught,” Lucy suggested. Cherise’s lips pressed into a thin line as she settled back onto the bed, resuming her. examination of the photos.

As daylight waned and the room darkened with the onset of evening, Cherise noticed the fading. sunlight giving way to the encroaching night. By eight o’clock at night, Lucy’s persistent yawns betrayed her fatigue. After hours spent poring over the photographs, Cherise’s breakthrough came unexpectedly. She identified a figure in one of the books with a pointed finger. “I remember him,” she declared. “I recall his name, and I remember he once lent me a hand.”

Lucy’s expression soured as she glanced at the page subconsciously, her disbelief evident as she covered her face with her hands in frustration. “After all this time, you only remember one person?”

Cherise nodded solemnly. “It appears so.”

“Very well,” Lucy sighed, closing the book and tucking it away. “I’ll have a word with Damien and see if we can arrange for this individual to be released from the mental institution.”

departed. Cherise remained seated, her gaze following the woman until she disappeared. Then, realization struck, causing her eyes to widen

the only person you remember. Even if he’s currently confined, Damien will see to his

the air, leaving Cherise puzzled over her cryptic statement. “In my recollection… lan was a standout student. How could he possibly end up in

clarified with a subtle smile

at the door. “Mrs. Lenoir,” they

won’t put

Cherise stretched out on the bed, her senses attuned to the fain downstars. With the villa’s impeccable soundproofing, she strained to discern Damien’s teed with a hint of self-deprecation. The current Cherise

role in orchestrating lan’s admission to the mental