The Help (Kings of Linwood Academy, #1)

by Callie Rose

I feel more human when I slip on my street clothes again at the end of the day—more myself. I guess if the uniform is good for anything, it’s reminding me that being a housekeeper, working for these filthy rich people, is just what I do. It’s not who I am.

The warm weight of his palm feels good. My body tortures me with lies about what that touch means, about what any of this means—tries to convince me these two boys could be good for me. That they might save me somehow. But that can’t be true. They can’t be my destruction and my salvation at the same time.

“I never fucking told you. I didn’t even want to admit it to myself. But the truth is, Low, I never hated you. I wanted you from the very first second I saw you.”