Amy Sinclair is currently sitting outside a small café overlooking the Potomac River in her current home of Washington D.C. She is one of the wealthiest women in the area after the recent death of her husband, Daniel Wellington Sinclair III, a well respected congressman and owner of a the largest publishing company on the east coast. His passing left her not only a widower but a single mother of two children. Emily who had just turned 6 and Ethan who celebrated his 8th birthday 6 months ago.
She couldn't help but smile as she watched her two children play on the grassy banks of the historical river. They seemed so happy and carefree which wasn't the case just three short days ago when the small family watched as their husband and father was lowered into the waiting hole in the ground. She had just wanted to shut down until Flora, Daniel's mother, had reminded her that the children still needed their mother. "Emily, don't go to close to the water." She calls out, breaking her line of thoughts and memories as her youngest child strayed dangerously close to the waters edge. Her smile soon faded as her last conversation with her husband of 6 years played through her head.
"Promise me that if anything happens to me that you will go back, Amy." Daniel stressed to his wife. "You will not be betraying me if you return to your home. To your family. I am sure that they've missed you just as much as you miss them." He embraced her into a tight hug. "When you came to me six years ago I thought nothing of you or what the future would hold. I gave you the job as secretary out of the goodness of my heart only to find myself giving my heart fully to you a few short weeks later. I know of and have accepted your past life. All I'm asking is for you to do the same." He kissed her on the forehead and accepted her silence as agreement.
Amy shakes her head and twists the wedding band around her finger. She couldn't take it off. Not yet. She quickly stands up and preceded to pull a small, sleek cell phone from her purse. He dialed a number and waiting for the person on the other end to pick up. "Haden. This is Amy Sinclair. How soon can you have the jet ready for take off?" She kept her gaze locked on the two children as she waited for the man to answer her question. "Three hours? You're a gem, you know that." She lightly joked with the man on the other end. "I'll see you then. Goodbye." She pushed the small end button and threw down a 20 dollar bill to cover the coffee, cakes and tip before heading out to gather her children.
"Come along Ethan. You too Emily." She slung her purse over her shoulder and held out both hands, Ethan grabbed hold of the right and Emily took hold of the left. Soon they were heading towards their penthouse apartment. "How would you two like to take a little trip?" She asked as calm as she could. She just chuckled at the furious nodding of heads. "Ok then. Once we get inside I want you two to pack your bags. Just enough things to get you through a week." She nodded to Al the doorman as he held the door open and engaged in polite chit chat with Jerrold, the elevator operator, until they stopped at the fourteenth floor. She stepped out into the lavishly decorated penthouse with the children tailing behind her. She let go of their hands and watched as they tore off to their bedrooms to get ready. All she did was sit herself on the edge of the black leather couch. She couldn't help the butterflies that were swarming inside her stomach. Could she really go back? Could she really face the past that she ran from? The people that she left without cause or reason? "Yes." She says her answer to the mental questions, aloud. "I can do this. They don't even have to know that it's me." She pulls the cell phone out once again and dials another number. She hums lightly to herself until a women on the other end picks up. "Remember how we needed to find an out of the way town to place one of our publishing branches in? Well Marcy, I think I found the perfect place. I'm heading out in about two and a half hours. No. Daniel had some...unfinished business there that he wanted me to personally take care of incase something happened to him. Just fax the paper work to the private jet and I'll fill it all out." She nods several times, agreeing with the women over something. "It's called Stars Hollow. Yes. Very odd name indeed." She hangs up and watches as her children trudge out of their rooms, bags packed. "If we need anything else, I'll just get it once we get there." She walks over to the elevator and pressed the down button then ushers the children in once the doors open.
The town car was always parked outside the penthouse so all she had to do was open the door and get in. She gave Miles, the driver, instructions on where to do and watched as the scenery outside began to go from city oriented to more rustic country. She smiled as the car pulled into the private airfield. She helped the children out of the car and onto the plane where they settled for the long flight ahead of them.
Halfway through the flight she scanned her sleeping children with a small sigh. For six years she had lived a lie. She told everyone that she came in contact with that her parents were both dead and she was the last member of the Russell family line. She had told people that she was born and raised on the outskirts of Washington State and that her family came from little money. The only person that she told the truth to was Daniel. She had to make sure that he could accept her for who she was, not who she was pretending to be. He welcomed who she was with opened arms and even begged her to go back and fix things. But she refused with a passion. She had a new life then and didn't want to remember the old one. The one where she had her first child, a daughter, at the age of sixteen and ran away from home to raise her away from her controlling parents. The one where she struggled to make ends meat. The one where she fell in love with a wonderful guy but was to afraid to commit and bolted in the dead of night after a heated love making session. The one where Amy Russell became Lorelai Gilmore. Mother of Rory Gilmore and lover of Luke Danes. Lorelai Gilmore who ran six years ago and never looked back.