THIS IS A STORY ABOUT A WIDOW WHO WANTS TO ESCAPE FROM THE LOVE OF HER DECEASED HUSBAND. It was August 27, around six in the evening, a police inspector called me to tell that my husband died in a car accident. I coudn't believe it at first because I knew my husband was a good driver. He hadn't been to any accidents yet until I went to the morgue and saw his body. I didn't know what to do. He's my life.I couldn't imagine life without him.