The next morning, she sat at her office desk, staring blankly at the screen. She had a report to submit, emails to respond to, a meeting in an hour. But her mind was elsewhere. Her bank app was open. Her balance was N3,550. Her rent was due in ten days. She bit her lip, fingers twitching as she switched to an online store. A new handbag had just dropped, a limited edition release. She knew she shouldn’t even be looking at it. She had no business adding anything to her cart. But the moment she saw it, sleek, black leather with gold accents, something in her itched. Her heart sped up. Her hands moved on autopilot. Just one more. Just this one last time. She clicked ‘Buy Now.’ A rush of relief flooded through her, followed almost instantly by a deep, aching guilt. Her chest tightened. Her head spun. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she stop? Her phone buzzed. Tola: Hey. Have you thought about what we talked about? Adebisi locked her screen, exhaling shakily. She co...