We lay on the beach in the last flickers of the warm Greek sun. My eyes were closed. I could hear parents gathering towels, balls, and their children. I opened my eyes and looked around. The sun was slowly dropping to the horizon; people were packing up for the day. I could smell food being cooked at the bar at the back of the beach. My watch said six o’clock. My skin was warm and salty from a day on the beach. I felt won...