The following is an extract from Mary Beth Keane’s new book, Fever.
You can read Meredith Jaffe’s review of Fever HERE.
PROLOGUE – 1899
The day began with sour milk and got worse. You were too quick, Mary scolded herself when the milk was returned to the kitchen in its porcelain jug with a message from Mr Kirkenbauer to take better care. He was tired, Mary knew, from the child crying all night, and moaning, and asking to be rocked. And he was worried.
They’d tried to spare him – Mary, Mrs Kirkenbauer, and the nanny had taken shifts with the boy, but the boy’s ...