The social worker sat on the bench her face growing red. Her sureness was suddenly gone and she stared at her lawyer but he too was at a loss. Tracy had turned her testimony on its head with two questions.
“…But you are forgetting the drugs,” the social worker finally stammered.
“You mean the prescription medication for Gabriella’s heart condition?” Tracy asked. “The prescriptions you wouldn’t let her take even though not taking them is dangerous to her health?”
“Well…I…I don’t know anything about that.”
“Didn’t know? Even though the child’s grandmother and I quote…” Tracy picked up a paper from her briefcase and read directly from the witness statement, “…Practically got down on her knees begging you to let Gabriella have the pills because without them she could die.”
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