Franklin Howard.
I immediately drove my car ahead and parked in front of the woman. I got out of my car as I wasn’t mistaken. This short woman was my wife, or maybe her ghost or replica. I had to confirm, as the worst scenario would be if my wife could now disappear from the station and appear around my estate.
As the woman saw me approaching her, she quickly looked away, and I was shocked to see my wife in a black dress with my blue shirt around her shoulders.
"Natalie, how did you get out of the police station? What are you doing here with your box of clothes and wearing these clothes?" I asked her as I neared her and grabbed her shoulder to ensure she was indeed my wife and not a ghost.
"Get your hands away from me, Frank. We will proceed with the divorce. Isn’t that what you want?
