Peggy's POV

I read the letter over and over. It was from Eliza. How... No, I knew how. Why? Why would Eliza mail us a letter after 2 years of silence? It didn't really matter. The letter went like this:

Dear Angelica and Peggy,

It has been so long since we talked! I mean, it's been two years. I'm sorry to lose touch. I mean... Ah, why not just say it?

I screwed up, my friends. I'm sorry. And... I don't plan to come back. There's no reason. It's over. I can't go back to school-- That's right, I officially dropped out. I'm not getting my high school diploma. Ha. I was always the responsible one. I guess that's over, then. Well, I guess it ended long ago, when I left high school with BABY.

Speaking of the baby, his name is Philip. We got a small, pretty gross townhouse, but it's better than nothing. We're paying for everything on two minimum wages. But that's how I managed to send this letter. Alex has begun teaching Philip some French. 

Well, the minimum wage thing is a lie. We each make a bit more than that, but we still get government help. Especially since we just had ANOTHER baby. Her name is Angie, we named her after you, Angelica! I love you both and I miss you so much! Well... Now for the bad news, I guess. 

We are pretty much living in poverty. Philip is doing random little jobs, mowing lawns, raking leaves, etc., and he's trying to create his own college fund, since obviously we can't do it. Also, he's only four and has to stay home and take care of his three-year-old sister! Next year he'll be going to school and four-year-old Angie will be all by herself! It just doesn't feel right. But it's working, I guess. For now. 

Well, that's all I have to say for now. Write me back and we can keep in touch. 

Luv, 

Eliza Hamilton

P.S. Yes, you read that right! Eliza Hamilton! We're legally married! It wasn't much of a ceremony, just us and a legal person of some sort. But... Yeah! 

Angie's POV

"Peggy... look at the front of the envelope." Peggy did so, then looked up at me, confused. "What about it?" I grabbed the envelope and showed the front to her. I tapped my finger on the return address. "We have Eliza's address. Should we go?"