The screams began where the singing should have been.In seconds, a child’s birthday in Stockton turned from frosting and balloons to bodies on the lawn and parents using their own flesh as shields.Four people dead. Ten wounded.A neighborhood’s illusion of safety blown apart.As investigators sift through shell casings and shattered plastic toys, the question everyone is terrified to ask is the one that matters most.if even a backyard birthday isn’t safe, what place in America truly is?In the days after the Stockton shooting, the birthday yard became a shrine to all that was lost.Balloons deflated beside wilting flowers, their fading colors a quiet echo of the lives cut short.
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