Captain Reyes stood next to me.
I carefully held the photograph between both hands.
“Thank you,” I said.
His eyes remained on Noah.
“Your husband built good castles.”
I watched my son, already packing more wet sand around his feet.
“He built something better.”
When we returned to the beach the next morning, Noah did not ask whether Simon could see his castle.
He only wanted to know whether we had brought the blue shovel.
By midday, five other children had gathered beside him near the tide line.
Together, they constructed walls, tunnels, lopsided towers, and a bakery because Noah still believed every kingdom needed bread.
A little girl watched the ocean inching nearer.
“The tide’s just going to knock it down,” she said.
Noah added another handful of sand.
He reached into his pocket and removed the tiny red paper flag he had made with his father.
Then he smiled. “We’ll just build another one.”