Chapter 38 - The Final Sunset
A week later, the chaos of the city was completely behind her.
Camila sat on the wooden deck of her coastal home in Nayarit. The evening sky was painted in violent streaks of orange, purple, and gold as the sun dipped below the horizon of the deep blue ocean.
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She held a small ceramic mug of freshly brewed coffee. The rich aroma mixed with the salty sea breeze. She looked down at the pristine, spotless white plate resting on the small patio table beside her.
The image of the spilled coffee on the marble floor—the trauma that had defined her fear for so long—flashed briefly in her mind. But this time, it did not trigger a spike of panic. It was merely a memory. A scar that had finally healed.
