The music stopped with a scream. In seconds, a child’s birthday in Stockton turned into a killing ground, leaving families crawling over shattered cups and torn balloons to find their loved ones. Four dead. Ten injured. No clear motive. No answers. Just sirens, sobs, and a neighborhood that will never
By the time the last gunshot echoed away, the birthday candles were still unlit. Parents held trembling children behind parked cars, some whispering prayers, others frozen in disbelief as officers rushed into the bullet-riddled home. The smell of frosting mixed with the metallic sting of blood, a scene so violently wrong that even seasoned first responders struggled to describe it.
