#WritcoStoryPrompt28
Wide, frightened eyes took in the casual gait of the man walking towards her. Cold beads of sweat broke out across her forehead. It couldn't be him, could it?
It was him! That smirk on his thin lips was too cruel to belong to someone else.
But how could it be? She had killed him years ago!...
And why was he here tonight of all nights. She was sitting with her husband in the restaurant celebrating their second wedding anniversary. Little did she realise that this man could tear her world apart if he gave up her secrets from that one night so long ago. The words and actions of that night and the next morning came flooding back to her.

She shifted on her seat uneasily as she felt his eyes burning into her as he sat at the bar slowly sipping a whisky and coke and smoking those pure havana cigars. All that she could hope for was that he would not introduce himself to her husband who clearly had no clue to who this man was. She smiled at her husband just hoping that would not see her sign of distress as he was very quick to read reactions.

The guy at the bar looked at her and gestured her to go to him and as much as she didn’t want to she knew she had to as she certainly did not want a scene tonight of all nights. This was meant to be a happy time amd all she could do was worry through fear as she so elegantly excused herself and made her way to the toilets which just so happened to be upstairs.

As she made her way to the stairs the guy at the bar immediately followed her with his usual grin and confidence. She made it halfway up the...