“George, darling, is that the welcome you give your lovely fiancé?” she asks sarcastically. “I expected a hug, or a kiss, maybe,” she continues.

Instead of responding, I shake my head and rub my eyes. “I must be hangover, that is the only logical explanation as to why Abby would be in my kitchen right now,” I think to myself.

“Oh well, I will let you digest my coming back. I will be cleaning up so long. This place is like a pigsty,” Abby says, and then stands up and starts tidying up.

I am frozen to the spot as I watch Abby sweeping and cleaning. I cannot get over the fact that she is right here, with me! It is impossible.

“Dammit!” my mind suddenly clicks. “Could this be it? Could what I have done three years ago come back to haunt me? Was that man serious? He looked shady, so I did not think his stuff would actually work. Oh no! What have I done? She cannot be here. Why did it take so long for her to be brought back to me? How am I going to explain this to my parents, her parents, and everybody! Damn Nigerian man.”

I knew I would have to go back to the Nigerian and ask him why now. After so long! I had been hurt when I asked him to bring her back. I could not come to term with her leaving.

“You look frightened,” Abby says, disturbing my thoughts.

“I am not,” I respond. “I have to … get to work.”

“You have always been a bad liar, George,” she says, shaking her head while staring at me. Her damp, black eyes are looking into my eyes, and it is like she is looking through me. I then shake my head, avoiding her gaze. “What are you thinking?” she asks.

“Abby, I have to go somewhere,” I say, taking my car keys and walking to the door. I then pull at it a few times, and when it finally clicks and opens, I rush out.

“What have I done?” I think to myself.

Tell us: What do you think it is that George has done that has come back to haunt him after three years?