Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned in this story.
Rory recovered from her illness
a week after Lorelei's official acceptance of Tristan.
Unfortunately, she was tragically killed in a car accident just
four years later.
Her funeral was well-attended. She had written an immensely
popular novel about love and redemption; her fans littered the
back rows of the chapel. In the front row were her mother
Lorelai, her stepfather Luke, her husband Tristan, and her
daughter Marianne.
She had chosen the name from her favorite Jane Austen novel,
Sense and Sensibility, but Tristan had always called the baby by
its middle name: Leigh, the same as her own.
As the pastor delivered a stirring speech, everyone around him
began to tear up. Tristan, however, smiled, remembering the early
days of their courtship. No one would ever have believed he was
the kind of guy who would settle down at an early age, marry, and
become a father. Her love had changed him, and he would be
forever grateful.