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 can you assume I haven’t adhered to

allow me to pose this question: absorb, heed, uphold, follow, enact, embody

guard. “But what

private affairs. Does that grant you a license to do the same?” Cherise’s tone remained composed yet firm.

were enough to send Emma into a

Cherise’s gaze. “I did mention that I’m a journalism student. I simply require your assistance for a practical interview,” she explained, her tone tinged

in her eyes, “Surely,

intrigues me–it’s only natural,” she added, her

to merely revel in reporting on others‘ private affairs

accommodate your request,”

address them together. I’m prepared to share aspects of my life openly; transparency

a

acknowledging

reporter intent on prying into

transparency. “As your senior, I’m prepared to share my life openly. Transparency and sincerity are my guiding principles,” she reiterated.

Emma studied