At 7:12 on a Saturday morning in Pasadena, Elena stood in the middle of her late father’s garage and listened to a box of old holiday decorations slide off a shelf. It landed with a hollow thump beside a cracked patio chair, three paint-splattered boards, and a refrigerator that had not worked since the Dodgers’ last championship season. Outside, a crew of relatives was due in two hours to help clear the house. Inside, the garage seemed to have multiplied overnight.
