Chapter 16

April stared at me for a long moment, probably scrutinizing my features. Zach and I had no common feature. My blond hair was a different shade. My eyes were golden, his were blue, like my parents’, which actually made me look adopted. Not only that. I felt adopted too. There was a huge difference in the way my parents treated us. Even when we were kids. My mother adored him. My father was training him to be his successor. He drove a luxury sports car; my parents didn’t even ask if I knew how to drive so they could get me my own car. We both attended the concert in Charleston. Zach probably paid for Kenzo and Mike’s tickets. Jessie paid for mine. I roomed with my friends in a three-star motel. Zach had his own suite in a five-star hotel near the concert grounds. I went home on a train that took fourteen hours. Zach came home on a domestic flight.

He was the adopted one. Actually, he’s not even adopted anymore because the courts nullified all that when his father protested his adoption,