S ome were headed to work. Others were on their way home after a night shift. One was driving to a dialysis appointment, another to the airport for a Father’s Day trip, a third to the Dunkin’ Donuts where she was a manager.
In an instant, they were gone. Mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, friends.
In all, San Antonio’s flash floods claimed 13 lives. In the predawn darkness on June 12, raging creeks turned into rivers, and roads became traps. At daylight, the city’s wounds were laid bare. Mangled vehicles looked as if they had crashed into buildings or caught fire. Some sat upside-down in the water. One was wrapped around a concrete post…