Chapter 8 - Epilogue – A New MenuSix months later, the sun was shining brilliantly over the Pacific coast of Puerto Vallarta.
The breeze carried the scent of salt, sunscreen, and grilled seafood from a cozy, unpretentious beachside restaurant where the waves gently lapped against the shore. There were no orchids, no live violinists, no private security guards, and no pretentious billionaires trying to prove their worth.
At a corner table overlooking the water, Emiliano sat kicking his legs happily, eagerly studying an illustrated menu.
—Mom, can I get the grilled fish tacos and the giant chocolate sundae? —he asked, looking up with bright, excited eyes.
Claudia laughed, reaching across the table to ruffle his hair.
—Only if you promise to leave room for churros, buddy. Order whatever you want.
May you like
She looked down at her own menu, then out at the endless horizon of the ocean. Her phone sat quietly on the table, completely silent, free of emergency calls, forged documents, and demanding relatives.
For the first time in her life, the table belonged to them. And every single item on the menu—from the simplest plate to the most expensive dessert—was paid for, enjoyed, and celebrated with absolute peace of mind.
