Elizabeth "Betsy" Schuyler Hamilton, the wife of Alexander Hamilton. A mother of eight, her oldest deceased. It was July 11, 1804, and she'd just learned her husband had been shot.

"What?.."

She looked at the messager, tears rushing to her eyes. She'd watched him leave that day. Dawn, just hours ago. She rushed to his study, shutting the doors behind her. She found a letter, addressed to herself. He wrote her a farewell letter.

She had to go see him.