It's Izzy's last summer before her senior year of college when a family tragedy reveals secrets that crumble her plans for her future. Survival means returning to a place she barely knows and reconsidering what she thought was most important in her life.

Just like with abuelita, papá never talked about hurricane San Felipe. It was one of mamá’s first memories. She remembered the howl of the winds outside of the crowded shelter where everyone from her neighborhood gathered to take cover from the storm. “It was like a monster,” she said. “The walls didn't just shake, they vibrated.”

I'm not exactly sure when this story was written. My guess would be sometime in grad school since this story is based on actual events from my couple of years off from college between my junior and senior years (but condensed in time). It's the beginning of what was supposed to be a longer story that never happened. Maybe it will.