FINAL CHAPTER: Where the peace finally lives
(Camila’s Voice)
There was a time when I believed happiness was something fragile , something that could be stolen, broken, or taken away the moment you began to trust it.
But I was wrong.
Happiness, real happiness, is not fragile.
It is quiet.
It is patient.
It is built slowly , day by day , until one morning you wake up and realize fear no longer lives inside you.
That morning came to me in Australia.
The sun rose softly through our bedroom window, painting the walls gold. I opened my eyes to the gentle sound of waves in the distance , the ocean had become the heartbeat of our life here. Beside me, Paul was still asleep, one arm resting protectively across my waist even in his dreams.
For a long time, I used to wake up with fear
