By the time sirens echoed down the block, neighbors were already pressing towels against wounds, calling out names, begging for any sign of movement. The smell of frosting and smoke hung in the air. Shoes, toys, and wrapping paper lay scattered beside shell casings. Officers moved through the chaos, shouting for medics, trying to count victims while children sobbed into the arms of strangers.<\/p>\n
Now, Stockton is left with questions that feel like accusations: How could this happen here, at a child\u2019s party, in broad daylight? Who brought this violence into a yard filled with plastic cups and paper plates? As detectives review footage and interview witnesses, families are planning funerals instead of playdates. A small birthday cake, never cut, sits in an evidence photo \u2014 a frozen reminder of a moment that should have been ordinary, and was shattered beyond repair.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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