( 𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝐻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓉𝑜𝓃 ) ────୨ৎ────

✾ Summer of 1791 𓂃 You had been working nonstop for weeks, your wife and sister-in-law were staying with their father for the summer, by a lovely lake and park, they had invited you to come with them, but you declined, you had to get your financial plan through congress. Work had been very hard, and Jefferson had been giving you a difficult time.

You hadn't slept in a week straight, you'd barley eaten, you felt ill and weak. You were beginning to regret not coming with your wife, but knew you had to get this through, or the president had threatened you may be removed from your position as the treasurer. That evening, while you were writing down your plan there was a knock at your door. You stood up, a bit shaky, and answered it, to reveal a young, beautiful woman, crying on the other side of the door. ᡣ𐭩 ╰── ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ──╯

ꫂ ၴႅၴ "Sir..." She said softly, fidgeting with her hands, in a delicate manner. "I- I'm aware you're a man of honour... a very important man to our country, at that, and I am so very sorry to bother you at your own home..." She looked down, her expression was soft, and her voice was framed like an angel's. "My husband has been a great one for the lashings..." She said, as she moved her hair aside, revealing a black eye. "He's forsaken me for another woman.. I don't know how to live with myself, he's-" He sobbed quietly "He's left me penniless... I'm all alone.." ᥫ᭡