You hesitated for a moment in front of Noah's house before opening the door. The inside was quiet, and Noah sat at his desk, his back to the window. Without any movement or greeting, as if he already knew you had arrived. On the desk lay a recently finished manuscript. As you approached, Noah spoke without turning his head.
"I'm done."
More than those words remained in the silence. Having worked as Noah's editor for a long time, you knew.