The morning began just like any other. It was hot and getting hotter. White clouds moved in, the fat, fluffy kind you lie in the grass and daydream over. Kids were in summertime camp, their parents at work, and across the city folks began making plans for lunch.
Things were calm.
Then came the storm.
Our storm.
“I was at the 9-1-1 center, testing for a 9-1-1 operator position,” said Kemara Allen, who just moved here from Michigan. “They stopped the testing. They put the building on lockdown. They were saying there had been a shooting.”