Eliza's POV
It was a beautiful day. I was outside working on my garden when I heard running footsteps coming toward me.
"Mrs. Hamilton?" A raspy, out of breath voice caught my attention.
"Yes, can I help you?" I said standing up and straightening my dress.
"Your son, Philip was shot."
"He what?" I yelled.
"Please come with me." I ran as fast as j could to the hospital. When I got to where Philip was I noticed Alexander in the room. No, I thought. I can't be mad at him any longer, our oldest son may be dying and I need him at this time.
"Is he breathing is he going to survive this? Who did this? Alexander did you know?" All of these questions began flying out of my mouth.
"Mom, I'm so sorry for forgetting what you taught me." A weak voice from the bed shook me from my thoughts.
"My son." I answered quietly walking toward the bed.
"Please forgive me mom. What I did was st- stupid but he was t-talking so much s-shit about dad and-" Philip cut off wincing in pain.
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One hour later
"Are you sure he's gone?" The tears poured uncontrollably down my face.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Hamilton. There was nothing we could do. We really tried." I ran to my husband and sobbed into his chest. Our first son, gone from me just like that. Alexander held me tightly as the two of us mourned the loss of our son.
I went up to the bed and looked at my dead son. Another tear rolled down my cheek as I whispered "I forgive you."
