All Chapters of Luna Pretending To Be Blind: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Yara’s PovI lay back against my pillows and adjusted the volume on my phone, my thumb hovering over the screen as the high-definition surveillance feed sharpened into focus. The image from downstairs was so clear it almost felt intrusive, as if I were standing right there with them instead of watching from the safety of my room.The living room looked calm on the surface. Too calm.Judy had just closed the door behind the last staff member. The moment they were alone, her posture changed. Her shoulders stiffened, and the polite restraint she always wore like armor fell away.She turned sharply toward Kennedy.“Alright,” Judy said, her voice low and tight. “How did you find this place?”Kennedy, who had been casually leaning against the sofa, straightened slowly. There was no trace of panic on her face. Instead, she smiled. Not sweetly. Not nervously. It was a smug, knowing smile.“If I want to find something,” Kennedy said lightly, “I always do.”Judy’s eyes flashed. She stepped forw

Yara’s PovRebecca did not speak right away after the door closed behind us. She leaned slightly against the wall, listening intently, her expression focused and alert. I could tell she was making sure no one was lingering outside, no footsteps paused too close to the door.“I might have found something,” she finally said, lowering her voice.My fingers curled tightly into the bedsheet beneath me as my chest tightened. “What kind of something?” I asked, already bracing myself.She reached into her bag and took out her phone, but she did not turn the screen toward me immediately. “There was a camera in a nearby hallway,” she explained. “A neighbor installed it because packages kept going missing in the building.”I frowned slightly. “A hallway camera?”“Yes,” she replied. “It was meant to catch delivery thieves, but it caught something else instead.”She turned the phone toward me then, and her next words landed heavily. “It caught Daniel.”My breath hitched as my mind raced ahead of h

Yara’s PovThe sky was just beginning to pale when a furious shout tore through the house and jolted me awake. The sound was sharp and raw, full of rage that could not be contained, and I knew instantly that the trouble had finally erupted downstairs. My heart leapt as I shot upright in bed, every instinct urging me to get up and rush out.I swung my legs over the side of the bed, ready to move, but reason caught up with me just in time. Whatever was happening had already happened. Rushing in now would only make me look eager, maybe even suspicious, and that would serve no purpose at all.I stayed where I was and listened.The noise below continued for a short while, voices rising and falling in sharp bursts. Then, just as suddenly, it quieted. The explosion I had expected never came. Whatever storm had broken downstairs had settled into something colder and more controlled.That told me everything I needed to know.I kicked my slippers aside, lay back down, and pulled the blanket up

Yara’s PovThe internet turned on Judy faster than I expected. It spread the way gossip always did when it was dressed up as truth, half-truth, and spectacle all at once. One post led to another, screenshots multiplied, and soon her name was everywhere. People talked about her plastic surgery like it was public property, dissecting old photos and newer ones with cruel precision. Others dug up stories about her past, scandals that had been buried for years and now resurfaced with a vengeance.I did not need to look very hard to see how bad it had become. My phone buzzed constantly with notifications from forums, group chats, and anonymous accounts tagging her name. Videos circulated of her being shouted at on the street, of eggs splattering against her coat as she tried to walk away with her head down. Someone even went as far as dumping a truckload of foul-smelling waste near places she used to frequent, a public display of contempt that left no room for dignity.I watched some of it.

Yara’s PovI followed Beth and Judy for a long stretch of road, keeping my distance steady and careful. The city slowly thinned out around us, tall buildings giving way to warehouses, abandoned lots, and stretches of road that felt forgotten. By the time my dashboard told me I had gone nearly twelve kilometers, my hands were tight on the steering wheel and my heart was pounding so loudly I was afraid it would give me away.Beth’s car finally slowed and turned off the main road onto a narrow dirt path. Dust rose into the air as her tires rolled forward. At the end of the path stood a warehouse, old and private-looking, with rusted metal walls and no visible signs. It was the kind of place people chose precisely because no one paid attention to it.I eased my car to a stop a good distance away, partially hidden behind a line of overgrown bushes. From there, I had a clear view without being obvious.Beth parked near the entrance. Judy got out of the passenger side almost immediately. She