Sam looked at the chaos of "good" following her—traffic jams caused by people stopping to let her cross, stores closing their doors to everyone else just so she could shop in peace. She realized that extreme luck was just as isolating as extreme misfortune.

Arthur offered her a deal: a "Reverse Charge." For twenty-four hours, Sam would become a "Magnet." Every ounce of stored-up fortune she had earned through years of misery would come rushing back at once.

"You’ve been doing the heavy lifting for this entire zip code for twenty years," Arthur said, flipping through a ledger of her many fractured collarbones and lost wallets. "But there’s been a leak. Too much good luck is pooling in the hands of people who don't deserve it, and the pressure is going to snap."

She lived her life in a suit of metaphorical bubble wrap. She wore steel-toed boots to the grocery store and never, ever used the stairs. But Sam’s life changed the day she found the "Correction Office"—a sterile, hidden floor in the city’s oldest library that didn't appear on any blueprint.

As the sun began to set, Sam returned to the library. She found Arthur and handed him the bag of winning tickets and the keys to the car she had "won" in a raffle she hadn't even entered. "I want to go back," she said.