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The beach was alive with activity. Families played in the surf, children built sandcastles, and groups of friends laughed as they tossed frisbees back and forth. The sun was high, casting a warm glow over everything, while the sound of waves crashing creating a soothing, and pleasing alive sound.

Under a large, colorful beach umbrella, an older woman and a little girl sat together, enjoying their day. They looked strikingly similar—perhaps grandmother and granddaughter—with the same bright eyes and easy smiles. The woman hummed a holiday song, her voice blending perfectly with the laughter and chatter around them, while the girl stuffed her face with snacks, giggling at the crumbs falling on her lap.

Nearby, a fitted black haired man that looked thirty years old in swim trunks and a Hawaiian shirt appeared to be just another beachgoer enjoying the sun. He lounged on a towel, sunglasses on, a book in his hand. But every few minutes, he would lower the book slightly, revealing a camera