I arrived home early one day. I walked into the house, greeted Angie, messed with Alex and James, when I heard it. Someone was crying. I wondered it be John, so I went to check with him, and on the way I heard the sounds emerging from my mother and father's bedroom. I slowly opened the door and saw my mother bawling, and Aunt Angelica looking ready to kill.

"What happened?!" No response. "Ma?"

She sniffed and thrusted me a pamphlet. It was titled "Reynolds Scandal Revealed". But, what did that have anything to do with-

"Philip,"

"Yeah, Aunt Angelica?"

"Did anything happen at school today?"

"Yes, I guess. I got bullied by some jerks. They were talking trash about Pops. Why?"

My mother looked up with red eyes. "They picked on you?"

"Well, I- yeah."

"Read the paper, Philip." Okay. I turned the first page and read the leading sentence. 'Hamilton engaged in month-long scandal. Alexander confesses all." The paper went on and on- bottom line, Dad cheated on my mom while we were on vacation. And he had just made it public. I guess I was in shock or something, because I began to stumble backwards, eyes wide, mouth open.

"N-no…" I turned around sharply and ran to his office. I needed to talk to him. I barged into the room without knocking and I stared. His eyes were full of guilt, and they should be!

"Philip?" I thrust the paper onto his desk angrily and spat out one word. "Why?!" He sat there wordless for a minute or so.

"That's what I thought." I turned on my heel and slowly began to leave.

"Philip, wait!" I stopped, hesitated, but kept walking. I softly closed the door behind me and ran to my room. I raced past Angie, who stood up and followed me. I threw myself onto my bed and just sat- fuming. I let out a shout- a sound of pure rage, and threw my books across the room. They landed with a satisfying crash and my door opened.

"Philip? What's going on?" Angie. I wanted so badly to tell her, but at that moment, my anger dissolved into sadness, and ashamedly, I began to cry.

"Oh my… Philip?" She sat down beside me, and hugged me. I sniffed, pulled myself together- cursing myself for not staying strong in front of Angie, and muttered one word.

"Dad."

"What about Dad?" I pulled the crumpled pamphlet out of my pocket and handed it to her. I watched her eyes widen as she read it. She was muttering under her breath as her brown eyes scanned the paper.

"No… Is this some kind of… of sick joke?!"

She was in shock. So was I. "Let's go ask him."

I tread carefully down the hall again, stopping Angie at Mom's room. She pushed the door open and rushed in, tears freely flowing. She hugged Mom, and Aunt Angelica hugged her. They were all bawling. Me? I was standing in the doorway, fists balling up. Dad caused this. I once again raced out of the room, beelining for Dad's office. I- I was gonna do something about this.