Slow poison
Zachary's viewpoint
Something isn't right.
Those words reverberated in my head over and over again, for days now. I had no idea why but I felt like something wasn't. Every time I looked at my siblings, I thought of that. For example, Sera coughing violently into her handkerchief, nose stuffed and hands trembling and sweaty. She said she was okay but I felt like she wasn't. Maybe it was because Sera has only ever been severely ill six times. She was that strong. And even then, the illness wasn't strong enough to weaken her. Especially to make her quiet and lock her quip remark.
That isn't my Serafina.