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?”

glanced up at Cherise, her confusion evident. “How

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

caught off guard. “But what people

speculation of others‘ private affairs. Does that grant you a

mere few sentences from Cherise were enough to send Emma into

I’m a journalism student. I simply require your assistance for a practical interview,” she explained, her tone

of pride in her eyes, “Surely,

me–it’s only natural,” she added,

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

accommodate your request,” Cherise

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

a loss for words.

her lips together, acknowledging the eloquence

reporter intent

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

Emma studied the woman before her.