Two strangers. One storm. A connection neither of them saw coming.

Corey’s day has gone from bad to worse. First, he loses his job. Then his home. Now he’s crawling through a blizzard in a beat-up car, hoping to sneak into his uncle’s empty house for a lonely Christmas in front of a big-screen TV. But the universe isn’t done with him yet. He’s lost, the snow’s getting heavier—and there’s a truck riding his bumper like it’s personal.

Tal can’t escape his office Christmas party fast enough—especially after a humiliating nickname from his school days rears its ugly head. All he wants is peace and quiet at the Airbnb he’s rented for the holidays. No friends, no fuss, no festive drama. But when he sees a truck barrelling towards him, all he can do is swerve, hang on tight and hope.

The hit and run leaves Corey and Tal stranded in the middle of a snowy nowhere. With no help in sight, their only choice is to walk. Thank goodness for the isolated hotel they finally stumble across when they just can’t go on anymore. It seems like salvation. But something isn’t quite right, and that isn’t just because when the doors open, it looks as if Christmas has exploded.