My Blind Husband

Emma’s brow furrowed, a subtle indication of her perplexity. “Third year,” she confirmed.

The palpable aura emanating from Cherise unsettled her deeply.

An uneasy tension settled in Emma’s core, manifesting in the nervous nibbling of her lip.

Realization dawned upon her with a jolt.

Though it was evident she held the role of interrogator, why did she find herself unexpectedly assuming the position of being interrogated?

“Oh, third year?” Emma echoed, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Cherise’s smile remained intact as she probed, “Since you’ve graced our halls for three years, I presume familiarity with our school motto?”

Emma pressed her lips together, hesitating before reluctantly acquiescing to Cherise’s inquiry. “Our school motto… it’s to absorb, heed, uphold, follow, enact, embody wisdom.”

Cherise’s smile widened subtly. “You’ve committed it to memory quite admirably. Yet, one must ponder, why do you not abide by it?”

up at Cherise, her confusion evident. “How

me to pose this question: absorb, heed, uphold, follow, enact, embody wisdom. Among these virtues, does

caught off guard. “But what people say

in the speculation of others‘ private affairs. Does that grant you a license to do the same?” Cherise’s tone remained composed

few sentences from Cherise were enough to send Emma into a stuttering spiral

Cherise’s gaze. “I did mention that I’m a journalism student. I simply require your assistance for

a subtle glimmer of pride in her eyes, “Surely, you wouldn’t

only natural,” she added, her words carefully chosen.

if your ambition is to merely revel in reporting on

your request,”

I’m prepared to share

herself at a loss for words.

lips together, acknowledging the eloquence of Cherise’s response.

a reporter intent on

interrogation wasn’t a concession to Cherise but a testament to her transparency. “As your senior, I’m prepared to share

eyes, Emma studied the woman