
The seas have risen. The people have fled. The plains are deserts. Maimi, Mumbai, most of NYC, and all of New Orleans are gone, as well as most of London and Paris.
Alena Rivera has returned to Colombia to mourn her daughter and husband. She regains consciousness on the floor of a rain forest. Her parachute dangles from a date palm.
She wants to leave this dying world, but her arms and legs are dragging her wounded body toward rescue. She has vowed to have no more children, never to love again, to drop her career as a drug agent. But, in the middle of catastrophe, destiny has other plans
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