Sugar knew something wasn’t right with her first pregnancy. She loved being in China, but hated being so far from her mother and father in Georgia and from doctors she trusted.
“Drink the quinine,” Alex would demand each morning and night. “It’s good for the baby.”
She tried to comply with her husband’s commands, but wasn’t believing him at the same time. She wanted to fake ingesting the quinine, but he watched her each time.
Sometimes she would try holding the liquid in her mouth, but he would ask her questions afterwards forcing her to swallow the bitter white solution.