SATURDAY MORNING
The windshield wipers of Chloe’s immaculate, silver-trim Audi sliced back and forth across the glass in a frantic, metronomic rhythm, fighting a completely losing battle against the relentless Pacific Northwest deluge. The rain didn't just fall in Grey Harbor; it assaulted the earth. It came down in heavy, gray, suffocating sheets that turned the sky into a bruised canopy of slate and charcoal, blurring the edges of the jagged pine trees and turning the winding coastal roa