Savior
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At first, Arabella expected the incoming text to be an apology from her idiot ex-boyfriend. Instead, it was a message that shattered her entire world and changed everything forever. Grandma Mabel was gone. Her rock, super hero, practical mother of over 23 years. Gone. Poof. Reeling from the shock of Mabel's sudden passing, stricken with grief so fierce it seemed to seep from every pore, the young debt-addled waitress is tasked with cleaning out the old woman's things from a basement that probably hasn't seen sunlight since World War II. But among the dust and clutter, there is an uncovered secret. A stolen identity, a plot to destroy the world, and a country that can't be found on any maps. Just as Arabella thinks her life can't get any more strange and chaotic with menacing figures hiding around every corner, she meets Saffron on the city bus. Only, Arabella shouldn't be able to see the other woman in the first place.
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