Clear The Cove For My Son
Language: en
It was the height of summer, and I’d taken my son to our private stretch of coastline for a diving trip. I wanted him to see the world beneath the waves, a place where the noise of the city couldn't reach us. Then, the peace was shattered. A rising star actor and his entourage forced their way onto the sand, acting as if they owned the horizon. “This beach was a special favor from Madeline for me to host my VIPs,” he sneered, his voice cutting through the salt air like a serrated blade. “You two nobodies need to pack your trash and get lost. Now.” He was arrogant, wielding my wife’s name…