Male Model Accused Me, but I’m Blind

What those people did not know was that sometimes, what the eyes saw was the greatest lie of all.

I, a blind woman, could hear things none of them could. For example, when Curtis accused me, his heartbeat was steady, and there was not a single ripple of guilt or panic.

…

The interrogation room in the police station was lit by a harsh white fluorescent light. The air smelled faintly of mildew. I sat in a cold metal chair. Across from me were Officer Wright and a female officer taking notes.

“Name.”

“Yvie Lane.”

“Age.”

“Twenty-eight.”

“Occupation.”

“Unemployed.”

Officer Wright slammed his pen down on the table. The sharp sound cut through the room. “Yvie, I suggest you start telling the truth! There’s witness testimony and physical evidence. How long are you going to keep denying it?”

I tilted my head slightly toward the direction of his voice. My tone was still calm. “May I ask, who is the witness? And what is the evidence?”

“The witness is the victim, Curtis! And the evidence…” Officer Wright paused for a moment. His voice was noticeably faltering. “The evidence is still being collected! Don’t think denying it will get you out of this!”

His voice rose, trying to overwhelm me with pressure.

“Curtis has already explained everything! You moved in a week ago and started targeting him. You knocked on his door every night at exactly 8:00 pm. While he was showering, you used binoculars to spy on him from across the hall!

“Not only that, you even took photos of him and sold them on overseas websites! This is a serious crime! If you confess now, you can still get leniency!”

I almost laughed. It was impressively detailed. The time, place, behavior, and motive were neatly arranged. If I were not the one being accused, I might have believed it myself.

“Officer Wright," I cut him off. “First, I don’t own binoculars. Second, I have no so-called ‘tools.’ My computer and phone were replaced three years ago with assistive devices for the visually impaired. They cannot take photos or display images.”

I paused for a moment. My voice was slow and precise. “Third, and most importantly, I am completely blind.”

There was a brief silence in the room.

Officer Wright’s breathing grew heavier. “I already told you, don’t use that as an excuse! Whether you’re really blind will be confirmed by a medical examination! Until then, you're the prime suspect!”

At that moment, the door opened. A young officer poked his head in. “Sir, the victim is very emotional. He’s been crying nonstop, saying he’ll report us to higher authorities for protecting the suspect.”

Officer Wright’s expression darkened instantly.

“Got it.” He waved the officer away, then turned back to me. His voice was colder than before.

“Do you understand the pressure we’re under because of you? He’s a top university student. This case has public attention. If we mishandle it, the entire precinct will be held accountable.”

I finally understood. He cared about the outcome more than the truth. Or more precisely, he was looking for a quick, convenient outcome. The easiest way to get it was for me to confess.

“So, just to avoid accountability, I should admit to something I never did?”

My question clearly set Officer Wright off.