Her Last Waiting At City Hall Romane & Geschichten

"Thursday at nine. Don't be late, the women are already there at eight-thirty, and they notice." "I won't be late." I hung up and sat with the quiet of the apartment for a minute. Elise was asleep. Julian was reading somewhere down the hall. The city was doing its thing outside. I thought about the woman who'd sat in a cab for forty minutes waiting for a phone that didn't ring. She'd needed someone to choose her. She'd been waiting for it to come from outside.

"Argh!" Meanwhile, Wendy stood inside the courthouse. Since Stanley said he'd be there soon, she took a number—18. There were several couples ahead of her in line. Wendy waited patiently, when suddenly her phone rang. Halsey was calling.

And why was she at City Hall? I stood up, my chair rolling back with a loud scrape. I walked to the big window that looked out over the city. The streets and buildings stretched out below, but I barely saw them. My mind was moving too fast. What had she seen? What had she figured out? Did she know what I was planning? I reached for my other phone, the black one only three people had the number for. I hit the button for the one who I had sent, Cesar,. He answered before the first ring finished.

In the end, she was prompted to ask, “…What time will it be?” “At nine tomorrow morning at S City’s West District City Hall.”

It felt like she was slipping from my life. *** The city had long since gone quiet, but I was still parked outside Florence’s office, waiting for her to call. All I needed was one chance—a tiny one. I would show her the man I could be for her. But as the night stretched on, frustration clawed at my chest. Had she already left? Was she ignoring me?

I went after her and asked her what she knew about the city hall meeting. "Oh, they've moved that." "What? Where to?" "I think the court building down the street." "But that's illegal," I said, looking at Matilda in despair. The woman shrugged and looked at her watch. "Not if they release the location within the next ten minutes. Have a good day." She walked away, evidently used to this type of disturbance and drama. I texted the orphanage ladies who respond that they were in the security line along with many other city employees.

All four were holding their breath as they waited for the inevitable encounter with Jon. After about thirty minutes of following her on the cameras, they saw her stop. She had put her cell phone away and was standing as though she was waiting for someone. Dorian looked at the address she was supposedly headed to, and it was nowhere near where she was. As they watched, she stood there for ten minutes. Hillary kept looking at her watch and then up and down the street. While she was waiting, they saw an old woman approach her. She was hunched over and walking with a walker. Natalia had an uneasy feeling as she watched Hillary walk with the woman.

I finish drafting everything all day, ready to be submitted to the rest of the office for review for the following week. And while I worked on them, I thought about the old mayor Hanson Fox and what might be going on in his end, how he managed to get that bail. I wait for Heather to message me, but by the end of the day, I get nothing. Even when it’s time for me to clock out and leave, I still have nothing from her. I think about mind-linking her when I see the car that Frank is driving pull up into the driveway of the town hall. He honks his horn at me, and I immediately notice that he’s smiling wide when he lowers the window and opens the door for me.

“She told me she’s got a lot she still wants to do. No idea when she’ll be back in North City—you’re gonna be waiting a while.” “I’ll wait as long as it takes.” William’s gaze shifted to the city skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Sunlight glinted in his eyes, and a quiet smile played at his lips.