747
1937
The Chinese woman ran away as entire blocks of homes burned in the city below. Sugar stared in disbelief at the baby in her arms.
She had been begging God to replace her own lost baby, but was this him – only days old – crying now in her own bosom?
Her joy was mixed with confusion over the patchwork quilt wrapping him. She stared in horror at the remnants of her childhood shirts she had lovingly sewn for her own baby and hadn’t seen since the day her pregnancy ended in its eighth month.
“Why is he wrapped in my quilt?”