Chapter FortyEliza
Alex came home, pale as death.
“What's wrong?” I rushed up to him and grasped his sleeves.
“Aaron Burr defeated your father in the senate election.” His voice dragged as if the loss were his own.
I felt as if I'd been shot in the gut. “Aaron Burr pushed my father out of his beloved senate seat?” Father had been the very first senator from New York, and now this upstart defeated him. “Dear God, Father must be crushed.” John wailed at the top of his lungs in his cradle. Philip yelled down the stairs, “Make him hush, I need to study!”
“Please rock the baby, Alex. I must write to Father immediately.” I bolted to the writing desk.
“Where are the servants?” Alex made not a move towards the cradle but remained standing in the doorway, peering down the corridor.
“I do not
