She couldn't be sure how many hours she sat in the cold waiting for the meeting to end. Long enough for her limbs to feel stiff and her cheeks to burn with the freezing air maliciously scraping across her face. If she allowed herself to stop and question why she was still waiting, she'd have to tell herself she was just wasting time. And for what? To maybe catch a glimpse of a man who once meant more to her than breathing?