(Sienna's POV)
I crossed the fresh snow to the police car. Dante had his face against the reinforced glass and was still shouting my name.
I stopped a foot from the door. He pulled against the handcuffs, unable to reach me.
“Dante.” The officer beside me shifted closer, but I shook my head. I spoke just loudly enough to carry through the glass.
“You need to understand one thing. None of this was for you.”
He stopped shouting and stared at me.
“I didn't fake my death to see whether you would choose me. I wasn't asking for your attention or your help. I treated it as a procedure. I removed the malignant tumor from my life. That tumor was you.”
Dante's mouth opened, but no sound came out. He had arrived in Zurich expecting a reunion. The protection order sat in the officer's hand betwe
