(Sienna's POV)
The first snow of the season had started outside the clinic window.
“Completely clear, Ms. Rossi,” Dr. Altherr said. “The treatment was a success. The tumor is in full remission.”
*Ms. Rossi.* It was the name I had been born with, before Moretti. My hair was short now and easy to manage. I still reached for its old length sometimes.
I thanked him and stepped outside. For six months, I had lived on a new passport, with a new face and money from accounts Dante never knew existed. This was my final post-op check. The treatment had worked.
Then I saw him.
Across the street, a man stood under an awning. He had lost so much weight that his coat hung loose from his shoulders. Dark bruises sat under his eyes. Even then, he stood as though everyone else should move first.
Dant
