I handed him the bottle without letting go of my daughter’s hand. He took it with a distracted gesture at first, as if expecting to find a silly confusion. But as soon as he read the label, he changed.
But as soon as he read the label, he changed. He straightened up in his chair, looked up at me, and then looked at the jar again, this time with a seriousness that froze my bones. “Who gave this to the girl?” he asked. I didn’t like the way he said “this” at all. “My…
