Article snippet: hen the bullet bore through her bedroom window, Stacey Hodges Harmon rolled off her bed and onto the ground, calling out in anguish for her youngest son, William, who had disappeared into the hall seconds before. “I just lost it,” Harmon said. “I was screaming, crying, because I thought that he had gotten shot.” She found her five-year-old curled up under a table in the front room of her apartment, silent, terrified, but physically unhurt. She called the police while she and William were still lying on the floor on that day this summer. Read the full story. Digital Access Home Delivery Gift Subscriptions Log In Manage My Account Customer Service Help & FAQs Globe Newsroom Advertise Newsletters View the ePaper Order Back Issues News in Education Search the Archives Privacy Policy Terms of Service Terms of Purchase Work at Boston Globe Media Link to the full article to read more