Franklin Howard;
My anger boiled as I looked at the three police officers who were indirectly accusing me of trying to poison my wife. I couldn't blame them, so I picked up the spoon and ate the meal, ensuring to take bites from the top, center, and bottom to show them that the food wasn’t poisoned.
I knew that Natalie had no one, and it was only right that I cared for her. Although, I didn’t even know if the police had already gotten her something to eat.
"That's fine. Pack it up," the first officer said, and I shut the meal cover and packed it away.
I’m a billionaire CEO, but I hadn’t dressed elegantly for these officers to know that. I had to obey them, or they wouldn’t let me see Natalie.
"Come with me," the officer instructed as he stepped out from behind his counter. He led me t
