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?”

Emma glanced up at Cherise, her confusion evident. “How can you assume I haven’t adhered to it?”

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

faltered, caught off guard. “But what people say online…”

affairs. Does that grant you a license to

sentences from Cherise were enough to send Emma into

met Cherise’s gaze. “I did mention that I’m a journalism student. I

her eyes,

only natural,” she added, her words carefully

your ambition is to merely revel

willing to accommodate your request,” Cherise assured, her

together. I’m prepared to share aspects of my life openly; transparency and sincerity are paramount,” she offered

found herself at a loss for

together, acknowledging the

a reporter intent

a testament to her transparency. “As your senior, I’m prepared to

her eyes, Emma studied