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

heed, uphold, follow, enact, embody wisdom. Among these virtues,

“But what people say

musings online are but idle chatter, relishing in the speculation of others‘ private affairs. Does that grant you

were enough to send Emma into a

gaze. “I did mention that I’m a journalism student. I simply require your

in her eyes, “Surely,

natural,” she added, her words carefully

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

to accommodate your request,” Cherise assured, her demeanor

prepared to share

found herself at a loss

lips together, acknowledging the

a reporter intent on prying into private matters and

your senior, I’m prepared to share my life

eyes, Emma studied the woman before