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A child’s birthday party turned into a killing ground in seconds. Laughter vanished under the sound of gunfire, and the street filled with screams, blood, and panic. Parents threw themselves over children. Neighbors froze at their windows. Police say four are dead, more fighting for their lives, and the motive remains horri… Continues…

What began as a simple gathering with music, gifts, and paper plates became a scene families will replay in their minds for years. Survivors describe grabbing children by their shirts, dragging them behind cars, and stepping over shattered cups and toys as they ran. The house where balloons once marked a celebration is now sealed off with yellow tape, its silence heavier than the gunfire that shattered it.

As detectives review surveillance footage and interview shaken witnesses, Stockton is left holding a grief too big for one block, one family, or one city. Vigils are forming, candles lining sidewalks where shell casings were found. Parents are holding their children a little tighter, wondering how a birthday could end in funerals. Until answers come, the community is bound together by shared fear, anger, and a desperate insistence that this must not become just another headline.

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