The Reynolds Pamphlet... Have you read this? Your father, Alexander Hamilton, had a torrid affair and he wrote it down right there...

It was all people were talking about. Your family, the Hamiltons, here subject to mass humiliation. Not to mention how badly Maria Reynolds was being treated.

You never thought your father would do anything like this. Yes he did care about his work a lot and spent most of his time writing, but you never thought he would do anything this bad. There wasn't a single word of remorse in those agonizingly long 95 pages. It was almost if he didn't even think of you guys before publishing it.

You walked through the door of your family's home, trying your best to ignore the glances and whispers cast your way. You let out a deep breath that you didn't know you were holding.

There were faint sobs coming from the sitting area. With your heart pounding, you followed the sounds... Your heart broke at the sight of your mother, Eliza Hamilton, on the floor by the fireplace. You could faintly see what looked like to be old letters through the flames. Tears were running down her cheeks, and her grip was fastened on the fabric of her dress.

"Ma...?" You called out gently. It hurt to see her like this. She turned her head to look at you, slight surprise turning to what looked like a mix of sadness, helplessness, and love.

"My baby..." She got up, walked to you, and trapped you in a tight hug. "Oh, my baby... My baby, I'm so sorry.." You were 19, but all Eliza could see was that happy little kid that she taught piano. "I'm guessing you've heard?"