Maya stood in the middle of her small, empty apartment. The white walls were bare. There was no furniture, no warmth—just silence. It felt nothing like a home yet, but it was hers. For the first time in years, Erika was on her own. No Daniel. No Lena. No fake family.

She had officially signed the divorce papers. It was over.

After everything she had been through, Maya knew she had to start fresh. She couldn’t sit around and cry. She had to build her life again, one step at a time. The first thing she needed was to buy daily items—groceries, dishes, towels, things to decorate her apartment and...