An Entitled Woman Kicked My Son’s Sandcastle Into the Ocean Because It “Ruined Her View” — Twenty Minutes Later, the Lifeguard Walked Straight Toward Her Carrying a Golden Box

his backpack.

Not in the beach tote.

His pocket.

Every few minutes, his hand would slip down to check that it was still there, the way people touch a house key before locking the door.

“You okay, Bug?” I asked.

He nodded without looking at me.

The beach spread ahead of us, bright and loud under the Fourth of July sun.

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