A friend says, “Imagine you’re at the grocery store, and when you come back to your car, someone you love and lost is waiting for you inside. What happens?” — I scream. “Oh my god, oh my GOD. EWAN!” Instantly, I am crying. Shaking with such vigor keys fall out of my hands and clang as they hit the black pavement. He is smiling his mischievous smile from the other side of the glass. I have to open this fucking…