Three Hours of Sleep, Then Told to Cook

Synopsis

"Anna, it's already 6:05. Why are you still not up?" Margaret Goodwin's voice was quiet, but sharp as a needle, jabbing straight through the sleep Anna had barely fallen into. Anna Lane's eyes snapped open, but all she saw was a blur of darkness. A faint gray light slipped through the crack in the curtains. It was still dark outside. She fumbled for her phone and turned on the screen. The blinding white light made her squint. She remembered 3:17 AM was when she'd finally gotten into bed. Which meant she'd slept less than three hours.