Anna's POV:

The tears come before I can stop them.

Not the quiet, controlled kind. The kind that arrive when something has been pressing against a door for too long and the door finally opens. I press both hands over my face and try to breathe through it and Alexander goes still beside me at the railing.

"Anna—"

"You knew." My voice comes out wrong — cracked open, none of the steadiness I was holding a minute ago. "You knew how ...