School Day = Mom’s Divorce

Summary

On the first day of high school registration, I was filling out my personal information when I happened to glance at the form on top of the pile.

Name: Zoe. Father: Keith. Occupation: Director, Apex Industries.

I froze. I pulled out a photo on my phone—our family of three standing in front of the Apex Industries headquarters—and compared the names again and again.

My dad is Keith. Apex Industries is my grandfather’s company.

If Zoe was my dad’s daughter, then who was I?

I immediately dialed my dad’s number.

“Dad,” I began, my voice tight, “is there something you’re hiding from me?”