Anne hadn't said it because it was a concrete plan. She hadn't even said it to ask for help. Anne had no idea how and whether it was even possible. She had said it because she has to protest. There had to be a no, if not from Alice, then from her. But when Elijah offered her help, the girl looked up. It was too much, the pain over what was happening to Alice. The constant fear. The lack of hope. And yet here Elijah was, once again, the only buoy in the stormy sea that was her life. The tears she had been holding back now flowed out all at once, and she wrapped her arms around his waist and sobbed against his chest, clinging on to him, like she had done, several years ago, when she had also betrayed her family to seek Elijah's help.