Fatal Miscalculation

My eyes widened to saucers. What do you mean? I asked, my voice small, trembling, as my eyes blinked rapidly—once, twice, too many times.

My father looked at me, and there was nothing but sadness in his expression.

“You’re very smart, Serafina,” he said quietly. “I think you can see it.”

But I couldn’t.

I didn’t.

And now, hearing him say it, my mind began to race. Had I missed something? Was there