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He seemed to have forgotten that I couldn't see. Nonetheless, he was quick to reveal the answer to his question, his tone practically dripping with satisfaction. "We found this beneath the window at your unit. It's a pair of military-grade binoculars! We also discovered this!" He took out another evidence bag that contained a digital camera. "Tons of humiliating photos of Ms. Zangler were found on this camera, with many taken from different angles! What do you have to say for yourself now?" I remained silent, but deep inside, I was shocked.

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .

The morning sunlight broke through the New York skyline, cutting across Ethan Blake’s penthouse like a blade. He’d been awake all night. Not pacing this time—but sitting still, staring at a single photograph on his desk. It was the one he’d secretly printed from the company archives—the image of Maya on her first day back at Blake Enterprises. Hair pulled neatly back, eyes uncertain but brave. He’d thought it was just nostalgia at first. Now, it felt like guilt carved into paper.

I didn’t feel the best listening to All you had to do was stay right now. I place the pods in the case then in my purse. When I see, Blake smiling talking to the photographer. I walk up to them, he looks so much lighter, if that makes sense. He must have needed the break. He looks healthier and so free. I’ve never seen him this way before.

Still, she asked another question, "What about his appearance? Do you know what he looks like?" "How do I know? That man doesn’t accept any interviews, and his photos are hard to find. Even if there are, they are all blurry." The owner pointed to the photos in the phone as he said, "They're even blurrier than this. Look at your boyfriend's face. I can only clearly see his outline. You should buy a better camera next time. Let me tell you, do you want to try our latest cell phone? Soft light pixels, and it is very high-tech. You can clearly see ants in your photo—” "I’m sorry. I'm blind, so I don't take pictures." Deirdre politely refused.

"You always have excuses right? Sook-Ja adds. Do-Yun doesn't say anything, he just nods and continues eating their dinner. ~*~*~*~ "Ye-Rim, have you seen my file which I was working on?" Gue-Roo inquires as she enters her sister's room. "No, I haven't," she shouts into the bathroom. "Okay," Gue-Roo says, she makes her way out of Ye-Rim's room and suddenly her eyes catch attention on something which is lying on the bed. She walks over and picks it up and looks at it curiously it's a picture of Do-Yun and Ye-Rim. Her eyes widened in shock. She doesn't believe what her eyes are telling her but she puts the picture down on the bed and starts rummaging through her room but before she can do so sh

Unblinking. A phone in hand. And on the screen? A photo of the burning crib. They pressed SEND - and disappeared into the noise.

I said. "I know," he said. I went to bed. Lay in the dark. Thought about four sentences written six years ago by a man I had never met. My phone buzzed. Vincent again. One image this time. A photograph. Old. Two men standing outside Cole Tower thirty years ago. Damien's father on the left. Vincent on the right. And between them a child. Three years old. Grey eyes looking directly at the camera. Damien. Below the image one line of text.

He swung his hand impatiently and approached me. "What do you want?" I asked, and the man chuckled. "I knew you were pretending to be blind for money, but it's alright. All I care about is having a good time. Come to me, baby. I'll show you heaven…" I wasn't expecting him to see through my act that swiftly, but more surprisingly, this client was an infamous one in this line of work. He claimed no woman could escape his claws. My colleagues were all blind, and they couldn't fight back. The rooms' soundproofing system was, unfortunately, incredible, so screams couldn't be heard.

|4 Months Later| The snores from Alana filled the room. Eva sat up in her bed. The pads of her fingers glided across the page of the book. One upside to being blind and reading a book? She didn't need light to read. Eva could read in the dark until her heart's content, Aside from Alana's slight snores and the thumping hearts from everyone inside the PackHouse. The night was quite serene.