By the time the gunfire stopped, the backyard looked like the aftermath of a storm no one saw coming. Half-cut cake, toppled folding chairs, tiny shoes left behind in the panic. Parents huddled with shaking children on sidewalks, some still clutching party favors, as sirens screamed toward the quiet neighborhood that would never feel the same again. Strangers wrapped blankets around sobbing families, while officers moved through the scene counting shell casings and victims.At the hospital, families waited in hallways, phones in their hands, praying for updates they were terrified to receive. Questions spread faster than answers: Who would attack a child’s birthday? Was it targeted, or random? Stockton residents gathered for vigils, lighting candles where balloons once hung. In a city already familiar with loss, this felt different—more intimate, more unforgivable. A day meant for candles and wishes became a permanent scar.
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