*three days later*

Me and Philip were on our way to France.

We got a letter in the mail for us that changed everything. This is what it said

Dear Mrs. and Mr. Hamilton,
I regret to inform you that the former Secretary of The Treasury, Alexander Hamilton, has been shot and most likely won't make it. He was shot in his chest with a pistol by Aaron Burr, the duel commenced at dawn in Weehawken, New Jersey.
-Doctor that turned around to have deniability

Me and Philip looked at each other with grief stricken faces. We couldn't just jump ship to go back. We still had a few days till we got to France. I remember the last thing I said to Alexander.

"You know that your chess piece right there is in place where I can steal it" and then he flipped me off and went into his office

He doesn't handle criticism well. But that's what made him easy to talk to about how stupid people are.

Honestly, I'm gonna miss him. He was a great man. A jerk. Yes. But a great man nonetheless.

I hugged Philip and and just stayed there. I could let go of him. Me and him were both grieving and there is nothing we could do about it.