The cigarette burned down to the filter, singeing Frank Thornton’s fingertip before he noticed.

He flicked the butt away, turned around, and went back inside.

It was as if what had just happened was merely a prank of mine.

The next day, Frank Thornton woke up early.

Since the day I died, this was the first time he left Rita Hart's side.

I smirked.

How rare.

I followed him, and the road grew increasingly familiar.

When his car stopped at the entrance of an apartment complex, I realized he was visiting my best friend Lorelei Hicks.

I started to feel curious.

Curious about how Frank Thornton would react if he...