My Guardian Angel//Lams//Post Laurens Death

Chapter Thirteen (and a Half)

A/N:

Right before, I just wanted to say that this one is more like all the responses to the Reynold's Pamphlet. It doesn't really have any true plot to this one. The parts are very short. Just enjoy Philip's aliveness. Because next chapter you guys are going to kill me. (hehehe)

Aight, enjoy!

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Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton

I have all his letters in a basket, reading two at the same time. I wish I were doing it to make me feel better, but I'm not. I'm trying to see when my husband started the affair, if I can estimate correctly. 

But, the more I look at them, the more I see how good Alexander is at hiding things. How many other secrets, important secrets, has he hid from me? I just don't get it. I thought we were happy together. Was I wrong?

I cover my face with my hands briefly. Then, after a few tears, I grab all the letters. I take a lantern, go outside, and open the glass case. I take a deep breath and burn them each individually. 

And, for some reason, I don't feel one glimmer of remorse.

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Angelica Schuyler Church

Ugh! That idiot! I hate Alexander! As I hold my dying sister's hand, I hate him. We haven't told Peggy yet. I look at Eliza across the room, sitting with one of our brothers and our father. Peggy is lying in her bed, which had become her nursery. Her face is beaded with sweat and her eyes are dull. 

"A-Angie," Peggy says. 

"Yes?" I reply. 

"You'll be here when I die, right?" she asks. 

I pause. Tears sting my eyes. "You're not going to die."

"Yes I am," Peggy's gaze stays on me. "Promise me you'll be here. You and Eliza. Could you bring Alexander?"

Anger mixes with my grief. "No," I wipe my eyes. "No, I don't think he would be here."

"Well...that's okay," Peggy smiles a little. "At least I'll get to see John. Right? And so many others. I'll see Mami. That's great."

"Peggy, you aren't going to die."

"Yes, I am. I'll be okay, though. I'll be..." Peggy doesn't continue. 

My sister is gone. At least I can accept that she's happy. 

But Alexander. He ruined Eliza's life. He'll pay for that. But I have a feeling I won't have a lot to do with the price.

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Margarita "Peggy" Schuyler Van Rensselaer 

I wonder what Angelica didn't tell me. Why wouldn't Alexander be there? I mean, I know I'm dead now, I'm not dumb. I know I can't exactly ask her. I walk out of my room, where my family is silently mourning, and try to go anywhere I'm welcome. 

Of course, I know there are many; my family is well-respected. But I want to know what was making Eliza cry so much before I accept safe harbor. I'm whisked off to New York and I take a look around.

There, people are off in different sections together. I see my nephew, Philip, talking to two young women. He seems to be asking them something. I look over one of the citizen's shoulder and read the pamphlet in their hands. 

Horror and sadness creeps through me. Alexander did what? With who? I know that woman. She was a friend of mine. My mind helps me and I'm on the front stoop of Maria Reynolds' house. I hesitate.