Gloria hesitated, glancing down at the jar as though seeing it for the first time. “It’s just a homemade puree, sir. I thought it would be good for Emily to have something fresh.”

He could feel his temper rising, but he forced himself to stay calm. “Our nutritionist prepares all of Emily’s meals. Why didn’t you use those?”

Gloria shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. “I… I thought this might be better. More natural.”