THEY THREW THEIR ELDERLY PARENTS INTO A STORM TO STEAL THE FAMILY HOME, BUT THE SOAKED OLD MAN AT THE CURB WAS HIDING A SECRET THAT WOULD TURN A RAINY NIGHT INTO A PUBLIC RECKONING NONE OF THEM COULD SURVIVE The rain starts as a hiss and turns into a punishment.

By the time you and your wife reach the curb, the sky above San Rafael has torn wide open, dumping cold water in sheets so thick they smear the streetlights into trembling gold. Carmen grips a broken umbrella that does nothing but rattle in the wind. You drag two old suitcases behind you, and every scrape of their cracked wheels …