CNN BREAKING NEWS: Photos have surfaced of Democratic Presidential Candidate Alexander Hamilton's involvement in an extramarital affair- New information revealed an intimate relationship between Alexander Hamilton and Maria Reynolds, an advisor for...
It was the second day of John's second week of his stay in Virginia when the news hit.
It was almost laughable how blissfully unaware he was. Everything was normal, why should he assume his life would be flipped upside down in a mere 12 hours?
When he woke up that morning he had hopes, he was filled with optimism. His plan for the day was to go with Martha to the market and buy some peaches, since they were in season. They'd bake peach cobbler with the girls and take it to the park to eat it, play on the playground while they were at it. Then he would end the day musing about life with George, accompanied by some whiskey in the den.
But first, he went on his morning run.
Running through the Virginian landscape like this took him back to his childhood in South Carolina, despite his efforts to avoid thinking about it. He remembered being 16 and running outside for hours, breathing in deep and knowing that these were the only times he could be himself. With no one watching, he could exhale. That poor boy thought he'd spend his whole life holding his breath, until he crossed paths with Alexander Hamilton and his whole world spun on its axis.
He wished, for the thousandth time, that Alex was there with him. He wanted them both to take a step back and realized how far they'd come.
He took it easy coming back to the house, slowing down to a light jog. His mouth watered thinking about the bacon Martha probably already had grilling on the skillet, the pounding of his heart only becoming painfully obvious as he rounded the corner up to the ranch. He was going to have to fight Molly for the last strip. That girl was ruthless when it came to her bacon.
John walked in the door, quickly shucking off his sneakers and pulling out his headphones. His music clicked off as he walked into the kitchen and undid his tight ponytail, just in time to hear Martha say, "Oh dear god."
He followed the voice to the family room, past the empty pans and filled sink, where everyone had congregated instead of setting up the kitchen table. "What's 'Oh dear god'?"
In unison, Martha, George, and the girls whipped their eyes to him. George broke eye contact, his white eyebrows furrowed. His eyes trailed back to the TV. John followed them.
