He used to call her Sugar.
Not in front of anyone else. Just him, low and quiet, in a kitchen that could turn in one wrong word from ordinary to unbearable.
Naomi Odom didn't choose that marriage. Her father did - the same way the men in her family had always chosen, for the women in it, for longer than anyone still living wants to say.
She learned exactly how much a woman can survive by staying quiet.
Until it was time not to be.
Sugar is a Southern Gothic novel about a marriage nobody asked her opinion of, a name that meant something different depending on the night, and the one question her family has been avoiding for a hundred and fifty years: what does it cost a woman to finally stop staying quiet.