My 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.”

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

Lucy confirmed, reopening the door at the sound of Cherise’s startled voice. She offered a reassuring smile. “He’s the only person you remember. Even if he’s currently confined, Damien will see to his release. Lucy’s expression softened, a faint smile gracing her lips. “I just… worry that Mr. Lenoir will have to go through quite

statement. “In my recollection…

he shouldn’t have,” Lucy clarified with a subtle smile

intentions wer vigilant bodyguards stationed at the door. “Mrs. Lenoir,” they interjected, raising her, “Please don’t

silent and resigned to the situation. Fine. won’t put

downstars. With the villa’s impeccable soundproofing, she strained to discern

orchestrating lan’s admission