A/N: Hey guys, sorry that its been a jot minute since I have updated the story. I took a break to read some books and regain my bearings on the story. hopefully I can get some more work in on it, and it should be a complete story by may or June! anyway, hope you enjoy!The next day, I had a few missed calls from Alex, Angelica, Peggy, and Washington. It was very alarming to wake up without Alex beside me. He left a note stating that he would be talking with Mr. President about our dinner last night, and that he wanted to get into the office early so he could do that. He also mentioned calling me when he got there, so that must be why I have a missed call from him.

I couldn't be sure why Angelica or Peggy had called, neither of my two sisters left a voice message. I figured it was just about the life changing dinner, so I went to the next person who called, George Washington. He did leave a message for me, so I played it.

"Hello, Mrs. Hamilton. I figured I would inform you very briefly on the plan of action before Secretary Hamilton can tell you. I have decided that Secretary Jefferson would lose his job because of the security cameras. I encourage you to still press charges. I will still be a witness, if the time comes for that. Have a great day, Mrs. Hamilton." I heard the muffle of the phone returning back to its base. I felt so joyful, he was going to get in trouble for hurting me. I felt like a weight had been lifted off of my chest. Everything I had been through is finally feeling beneficial, like it's something I can learn from.

I was then distracted, and decided to go back to the missed calls. I have to call Angelica to see what's up with her, and then maybe I won't have to call Peggy and I'll only have to text her. I dialed my older sister's number. It rang 3 times and then her voice came through the phone, "Hey, I called you like 4 times, where have you been?"

"Sleeping. I had a rough few nights with nightmares, so Alex let me sleep in."

"Oh," She cleared her throat and heard numbers being called off, like flight numbers.

"Angelica, are you at the airport right now?"

I felt her sadness through the phone, "I am. I told you I am leaving with John and I don't know when I'll be back."

"You said you were leaving in a week just 2 days ago." I started to cry, "And if you leave now and don't come back then you will never get to meet baby number 5."

"You're pregnant?"

"I was going to invite you over today with Peggy to tell you, but it looks like it's too late…"

"I'm so sorry that I am doing this to you. That's why I was calling to tell you that I was going to stop by to say goodbye but then you didn't answer, so I left anyway."

'What am I going to do without you? I haven't even told you about the dinner or about what happened yesterday."

"I hate to do this to you, but I have to go. I'll text you when my flight lands." She cries to me on the other line.

"Okay. Have a safe flight. I love you, Angelica."

"I love you, too, Eliza. Be safe."

I hang up as she does. Once it is surely up, I begin to bawl my eyes out. I am losing my sister. My best friend is leaving the country and I didn't even get a proper goodbye. My life coach is skipping out on me. My kids are losing their aunt. I fell broken, but not like I did after all of the previous Jefferson problems. It's a different type of broken. It's just one that I couldn't comprehend.

After maybe 20 more minutes of crying, I decided it was for the best that I at least get out of bed and attempt to work. I wasn't sure how I was going to do that, but I was going to try. So I got out of bed and took at shower. I let myself be completely vulnerable, and just let myself live under the warm water. I watched as water cascaded down my skin, and I felt peaceful. I got dried off and went to the closet to pick out clothes. I was drawn to a black pencil skirt and a navy blue blouse. I threw on my matching sister pendant that both of my sisters have. It hurt more wearing it now then it did a few weeks ago when I wore it. I braided my hair into a french braid and did a light makeup look. I threw on some black wedge heels and left my bedroom with my phone.

I called Alexander. Partly because he called me and partly because I had to tell him about Angelica leaving. About one third of my whole existence leaves me for another country. It rang 5 times until he picked up.

"Betsy, hey."

"Alexander… did you know about Angelica leaving?"

"She called me this morning, telling me her plans to leave and that she was leaving today." His voice fell quiet, "She loves you so much. She didn't mean to hurt you."

I started to cry, "I know, but she called me. She didn't leave a voicemail, and if I had woke up even five minutes later, I would have missed her before she got onto the plane and left me for good."

"I know, Honey. I know. She didn't mean for it to sting you like this."

I nodded through the phone, "I had to tell her I was pregnant before she left. She told me two days ago that she was leaving in a week. I thought I had time to tell her about the baby and the dinner and what happened when I went to visit you. But she's gone and if we decide to go to court, we are going to have a problem because our star witness for a court case we haven't even prepared for is an ocean away." I broke down in my skin, "I feel like I lost everything, Alexander. She is one third of who I am. She is a part of me, and she's gone for who knows how long."

"I know honey." He hesitates for a moment, but then says, "Do you want me to come home? I can work later, you are always more important than this job."

I nod through the phone, "I would really like that, but not if you have lots of work to do…"

"You are always more important than this job will ever be. Let me tell Mr. Washington and then I'll be home."

"Okay. I love you, Alexander."

"I love you, too, Eliza." He hung up. As he did, I felt lost again.

I thought that I would feel put back together as things settled between Jefferson and I, but it seems to be building up against me. It just keeps going, and I don't think I can fight it.