Chapter 3

My husband and I suddenly realized we could see scenes of Iris playing out in our heads.

It was almost like we had a live feed on her, watching her every move.

Thinking about it, maybe it was because our obsession with her was so intense before we died.

Now that we were back, we were still caught up in this karmic mess with her.

Frank was riding his three-wheeled motorcycle, taking Iris towards the outskirts of the city.

He was bragging so much that he was practically spraying spit everywhere as he talked.

He claimed his fresh produce store…