On her way through the Hamilton house, Elizabeth struggled to come up with a way to let Eliza know her son had been shot. No, not just shot, but dying her sister's house. Was there any good way to put it? She'd have to.
Aunt Eliza was in the sitting room, thumbing through a large book on her lap. The sun was shining through the window. 'She looks so much like mom. No, she looks so much like Phillip.' The thought of him carried theough the house dripping blood made Elizabeth stop dead in the door way. She stepped forward and Eliza looked up and beamed at her niece.
"Elizabeth! What brings you here? Is Angelica with you?" Eliza looked at her, and sensing something was wrong, closed the book and hurried to her feet. She crossed the
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A Historic Duel
FanfictionA more historical take on Phillip Hamilton's death. Some liberties taken. May contains some blood and stuff like that.
