I couldn't stop running. At this point, I had already sprinted 12 blocks, but I was beginning to crash. I sat down on the curb. Just when I thought things couldn't get weirder, Kat's mom walked up.

"Hi Mrs. Hyde," I said, breathing heavily. I was still trying to catch my breath.

"Hey Jane," she said, sounding a bit uneasy. "Kat told me that you were babysitting with her. Are you okay? You kind of look like you're going to die." I laughed, even though it hurt to.

"Yeah, I was. It's just that I found something there that could help me find something important to me, and I really need to ask my mom about it. I don't know why I was running though, because I hate that more than anything."

Mrs. Hyde laughed. She took the yearbook out of my grip. "You took Mr. Forman's old year book?"

"Yeah. It turns out that my mom went to Point Place High too."

"Oh wow. Jane, I don't know why I don't know this, but what's your last name?"

"Pinciotti,"

She looked at me. Her eyes were starting to tear up. Without any warning, she hugged me.

"Run home Jane. Run home to Donna, even if you do have Eric's lung capacity. Tell your mom that I would love to hang out sometime and that I've missed her and ask her why the hell she never told any of us about you!"

When I finally got home, my mom wasn't there. I wanted to run down to her office, but I was so tired that I fell asleep the second that I sat down on the couch.

When I woke up it was morning, and my mom was sitting right next to me, reading the yearbook."So, I'm guessing that you have a lot of questions,"

She spent the next few hours telling me about my dad through dozens of stories about what they did together as they grew up. They had been next door neighbors and best friends for most of their lives, and had started dating when they were in high school. He was the love of her life, and she hated that he had married another girl.

"Why didn't you try to stop him?" I asked.

"I did, Jane. I tried so hard to tell him, but after he got engaged, I never really got a chance to talk to him. Sarah really hates me, and I feel that it's because she's insecure and knows for a fact that Eric would chose me over her if he had the option. Because of that I'm not allowed to talk to him anymore. When I finally told him about you, he was drunk, so I doubt that he remembers that. But, Jane, he would love you so much. I just know it."

"Wow, this is huge. Tell me more about him, personality wise."

"Well, like I said, he's like you. He's nerdy but cute, sarcastic, and scared of a lot of stuff. But do you know who really reminds me of him?"

"Who?" I had a feeling that it was my boyfriend.

"Graham. I guess that we have a similar taste in guys." she hugged me and started to cry, making it clear that she had become overwhelmed with this. I started to cry as well, I was overflowing with emotions that I had never felt before and seeing my mother, who was the strongest person I had ever met, cry assured to me that this was really serious.

"Look mom, I know that it might be hard to do, but do you think that you could see him? Maybe Kat's parents could arrange something secretly so that Sarah doesn't find out and murder us both."

"Yeah, maybe that would work. It would be great to talk to Jackie and Hyde too."

"How come you never told me that Kat's parents used to be your best friends?"

"Like with your dad, it's complicated. I didn't want them to know about you if he didn't know. I also lost touch with them a lot over the years. I kind of lost touch with everyone after I went to college. Hell, I don't even know where my parents are right now."

I wanted to talk more, but my mom had to go to work.

Shortly after she left, Kat called me. "Hey Jane. Are you okay?" she asked sweetly.

"Yeah. But we we're right. Eric is my dad."

"Oh wow. What are you going to do about it?"

"My mom is going to try to arrange something with your parents and Eric to have kind of a reunion and then meet me afterward. If your mom asks you to come along, will you promise that you will go?"

"I promise,"

Kat was such a cool person. She told me that she got that from her dad, who I had never really met, but if her mom is even a little bit like that, I can totally understand why our parents used to be best friends.