It was a misty, crisp morning. I joined Mom for breakfast, but Dad was nowhere in sight.

"Mom, why isn't Dad joining us?"

"He had to leave early for work, dear. He had some urgent matters to attend."

"Is everything alright?"

"Regarding your father, yes. It's nothing concerning him."

"Then what is it?"

My mother sighted.

"It's Mr. Hamilton, dear," she lamented. "He… published something yesterday."

She must have taken pity in my puzzled expression, because she got up and walked towards my father's home office. When she came back, she was holding a booklet, which she handed to me. I reached for it and read.

Observations on Certain Documents Contained in No. V & VI of "The History of the United States for the Year 1796,"

In which the Charge of Speculation Against Alexander Hamilton, Late Secretary of the Treasury, is Fully Refuted

Written By Himself

After I was done reading, all I could think of was of poor Mrs. Hamilton and their children. Especially those who were old enough to understand.