The Man She Was Running Away From

"Was that the man you told me about before?" Richard asked, offering Samantha a glass of scotch. He then took a seat next to her on the leather couch in his home office. She accepted the drink with her pale, trembling hands and gulped it down in one swift motion. After a moment's hesitation, she nodded reluctantly.

Richard released a long sigh.

"I didn't ask anything earlier because I wanted to give you some time to come to me first. But after seeing you like this today, I feel I need to know all the details. Will you finally tell me who you were running away from?"

Samantha placed the empty glass on the coffee table and closed her eyes, trying to collect her thoughts. She still hadn't decided how much of the truth she wanted to reveal, and she was in no state to carefully consider her response.

But she couldn't hesitate anymore either.