Maya woke up with a stiff neck and a sour mood.
The couch cushions were uneven, the throw blanket barely covered her legs, and every time she shifted, the springs dug into her back like punishment. Morning light filtered through the blinds, too bright, too cheerful for how she felt.
She sat up slowly, rubbing her temples.
Sebastian hadn’t bought her anything.
Not even a pillow!
He bought everything for himself and his mother — matching espresso furniture, a new couch, a dining set, mattresses, bedframes — and left her with an empty room and a couch that smelled faintly of old fabric softener.
Her jaw tightened.
Fine. If he wouldn’t help her, she’d help herself.
She grabbed her purse and left the apartment without a word.
At The Furniture Store
The store was bright and polished, t
