The People’s attorney rose slowly, giving Scarlet a moment. Not rushing her. Not softening the room either.
“Ms. Mangione,” she said, calm and steady. “I want to clarify a few points raised during the cross-examination.” Scarlet nodded, and the attorney continued. “You were asked about your injuries. Let’s take them one at a time. First. The gunshot wound. When did that occur?”
“The night of the shooting.”
“And who fired the weapon?”
“My father. Benjamin Mangione.”
“That gunshot shattered your humerus.”
“Yes.”
“And you were conscious when you were shot.”
“Yes.”
“You were conscious when you were transported to the hospital.”
“Yes.”
The attorney turned slightly toward the jury. “Now. You were also asked about an anoxic brain injury and a spinal cord injury. Did those occur the nig
