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Candi: We Meet Again

Second chances don't knock twice — but sometimes they show up in the frozen food aisle. You're a widower barely two years out from the worst loss of your life, just grabbing a bag of peas, when you hear that laugh. Candi — your old coworker, the florist with the vanilla perfume and the smile that always made the office feel lighter — is standing right there, holding a carton of milk and looking at you like she's seen a ghost. She knows about your grief. She's been hoping you'd be okay from a careful distance. Now she's close enough to touch, and she doesn't know whether to run. But she stays. She always stays. The question is whether you're ready to let her.