Michael crossed the room in a few strides, his focus entirely on the jar. Bending down, he picked it up, scrutinizing the label. It was a homemade concoction, something he couldn’t immediately recognize. His heart pounded as he turned to face Gloria, his voice edged with controlled fury. “What is this?” he demanded.

Gloria’s hands trembled as she wrung them together. “It’s just a natural remedy, sir. For Emily’s colic. My grandmother used to make it for us when we were babies. I thought… I thought it might help.”

Michael’s anger did not abate. “Why didn’t you tell me? Everything Emily consumes is monitored for her health. You had no right to feed her anything without my permission.”