“She Looks Like The Help,” His Mother Whispered—So I Let Them Keep Guessing Who I Was

people who can’t do anything for them.

The Whitmores had failed that test completely.

And I had finally found the answer I’d been looking for.

I didn’t need their approval. I didn’t need Marcus’s love. I didn’t need anyone’s validation to know my own worth.

I already knew who I was.

And that was everything.