“A knock at the door at this hour?” Sam mumbles as she slides her feet into her fluffy slippers. She squints toward the clock on her night stand in case it’s too bright.

“2:47?” Sam had only gotten to bed almost two hours ago, after spending the day writing her upcoming novel. She seemed to not have time for anything else these days.

“I can’t, I’m too busy” replays in her head. It used to b...