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 mother-in-law,” I answered. Apparently, every day. I don’t know how many exactly. Emma told me that she no longer wanted to take “the pills that grandma gives her”.