**Diary Entry**
*11th June*
A man has started living with an underage girl! Come quick! Thats what the neighbours reported to the police. Theres a man next door with a teenage girl! You must come at once! they insisted.
My wife and I had been searching for a flat for months after our wedding, and at last, we took out a mortgage and settled on one in Manchester. For weeks, I went there alone, overseeing renovations and coordinating builders. My wife visited less often, so I got to know our elderly neighbours firstMr. and Mrs. Thompson. Since the area was unfamiliar, we thought itd be nice to host a housewarming and invite them over.
The moment they sat down at our table and met my wife, their demeanour shifted. Something felt off, but my wifes warm hugs and kisses distracted me from dwelling on it. They left abruptly, though we were too wrapped up in our happiness to question why.
Early the next morning, a sharp knock at the door jolted us awake. Standing on the doorstep was a stern-looking constable, eyeing me with suspicion.
Good morning. Im Constable Harris. May I see your marriage certificate? he asked. Thoroughly bewildered, I rummaged through half-unpacked boxes before finally finding it.
He examined itthen my wifetwice, raised an eyebrow, and said, Thatll do. Thank you for your cooperation.
Sorry, but whats this about? I asked.
We received a report that a man was living with an underage girllikely under sixteen.
I burst out laughing. My wife is actually a year older than me! Im 22, shes 23. But with her petite frame, youthful face, and no makeup, she could easily pass for a schoolgirl. Meanwhile, the stress of handling the flat alone for months had left me looking roughtired eyes, unshaven, like a man twice my age.
Time for a proper rest and a shave. Wouldnt do to look like her father when Im her husband.
