Maria walked along the dark streets, her eyes still watering from James' words. Her heeled shoes tapped on the sidewalk as she reached the door of the hamilton family. She took a deep breath, knocking on the door. She didn't hear anything, she went to move away from the door. She sighed shaking her head, it was a lost cause anyway. She heard a loud shuffling sound from inside the house. She turned around her eyebrow raising.
The door was thrown open by a rather tried looking person. She looked at the Hamilton, her voice uneven "I'm so sorry to bother you at home, but I came here all alone." She continued. "My husbands doing me wrong, beating me, cheating me, mistreating me." She pushed her dark hair away from her eye, showing off the bruise to Hamilton. She watched hamilton's eyebrows knit together, "Come in." The words were kind and warm. She walked into the home, a warm fire glowing in the main room. She stepped into the room, standing shocked at the sight. There was a young boy lying on a loveseat, a thin blanket placed over his small body. She watched hamilton run over to the boy, placing her hand over the boy's freckled forehead. "Is that your son?" Maria asked, her face losing its color. "Yes, his name is Philip" the woman replied. MAria stepped out of the way, a quick thought coming to her mind "I thought your husband was home-what are you doing here?". The woman stopped in her tracks, she smiled weakly "My son is sick, and I wanted angie to spend time with her grandfather. At least I got alexander to take a break."