My Blind Husband

“I’m heading downstairs now. If you prefer not to raise your voice, just inform the bodyguard at the door, and he’ll relay the message, Frances offered before making her exit.

Cherise hesitated for a moment before speaking up. “Actually… I do have a request.”

Frances halted in her tracks, turning back to face Cherise. “What else can I assist you with?”

“I need a piece of fabric.” Cherise explained, her brow wrinkling as she tried to recall the details of the black satin cloth covering Damien’s eyes in her dream. “A piece of black satin fabric with intricate dark patterns.” She gestured with her hands, indicating the desired dimensions. “About this size.”

Frances’ heart skipped a beat as she processed Cherise’s request. The fabric she described… can it possibly be…

a problem?” Cherise inquired noticing

fetch it for you right away!” It’s just a simple piece of black fabric. It’s completely harmless, right? With that thought, Frances descended the stairs, making her way to the utility room

when Damien pretended to be blind five years prior. “Here you go,” Frances said, presenting the fabric

Lucy made her entrance. “Damien’s keeping a close eye on you,” she remarked, opening the door and settling on the edge of Cherise’s bed. “When I arrived, I spotted someone lingering beneath a window of one of the rooms. It puzzled me initially-what could be the

before Cherise. From her pocket, she retrieved a box of cigarettes. “Mind if I indulge?” she inquired,

lighting a cigarette. “Even with amnesia, you’re not foolish enough to contemplate a leap from a room at this height!” She pushed the

inspected the item before her, flipping through pages of the book. with a puzzled expression. “What’s all this?” she queried, the book revealing a collection