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Connecticut Shooting Victims Tag

My husband led the pack, and I followed. My younger brother was sandwiched between us and our parents. We hugged the bike path that ran parallel with traffic. The ocean flowed on the left; closed ice-cream shops and bakeries with

At 8:45 on Saturday morning, my husband’s Jeep lurched to a halt in our driveway. He came inside. I was seated at the counter in my terry-cloth bathrobe, feeding our nine-month-old her daily cereal and prunes. “Aren’t you supposed to—a go?” he said,