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?”

aback, Emma glanced up at Cherise, her confusion evident. “How can you assume I

pose this question: absorb, heed, uphold, follow, enact,

faltered, caught off guard. “But what

private affairs. Does that grant you a license to

Cherise were enough to send Emma into a stuttering spiral of

did mention that I’m a journalism student. I simply require your assistance for a practical interview,” she

with a subtle glimmer of pride in her eyes, “Surely, you

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

her affable smile. “Certainly, if your ambition is to merely revel in reporting on others‘ private affairs and

your

together. I’m prepared to share aspects of

a loss

her lips together, acknowledging the eloquence of Cherise’s

would inevitably cast her as a reporter intent

to her transparency. “As your senior, I’m prepared to share my life openly.

eyes, Emma studied the woman