The next morning Lorelai was coming down the stairs humming a Van Halen song. She hadn't been in this good of a mood since the time she caught Karl trying to shave in the bathroom. The thought of all the tiny squares of toilet paper on his face, still made her laugh. Expecting breakfast to be ready, Lorelai headed to the kitchen. To her surprise, the kitchen was completely empty. She saw a note laying on the counter.

Cecelia,

They have called an early business meeting. I'll be home later today. I love you, and shall be thinking of you every minute.

Richard

Lorelai rolled her eyes and walked out of the kitchen. She checked Joan's room and found her folding laundry.

"No breakfast this morning?" Lorelai asked as she stood in the doorway.

"Karl and Cecelia ate with Mr. Gilmore this morning." Joan replied. "I can whip you up something in just a few minutes though." She added with a smile.

"It's okay… I can just fix a bowl of cereal." Lorelai turned and walked back towards the kitchen.

Lorelai stopped at the doorway as she heard Cecelia's voice from inside the kitchen.

Cecelia held the phone with one hand and began to sip her tea with the other. "Honestly, Elizabeth the child is putting gray hairs in my head." Lorelai had a feeling Cecelia wasn't talking about Karl. "She's the most annoying creature I have ever encountered. The truth isn't in the girl." There was a pause in the conversation. Cecelia let out a sigh. "To beat it all, Richard told me she's not even his biological daughter. No relation at all actually… It only makes it worse. How am I supposed to treat her like one of my own, when she's not even his?"

Lorelai couldn't believe her ears. This must be the truth that Richard and Joan had been keeping from Lorelai. Lorelai leaned closer to the door.

"She doesn't even know she's adopted… Richard wants to keep it a secret, but I feel like telling the little brat the truth more than you can imagine. She thinks she's so high and mighty, finding out she isn't a Gilmore would knock her down a few pegs. I am most certainly more of a Gilmore than she'll ever be."

"Lorelai, what are you doing?" Joan asked as she came up behind her.

Lorelai quickly turned around, bolted by Joan, and ran up the stairs.

"Lorelai…" Joan called as she followed after her.

Lorelai ran to her room and closed the door. She needed time to think, time to process the information she had just heard. Could it be true? Was Lorelai really adopted? Lorelai heard Joan coming down the hallway. The door opened and Joan stepped into the room.

"Lorelai, what's going on?"

Lorelai's face was pale and she looked as if she had just seen a ghost. "I don't feel well." Lorelai replied faintly. Just then Lorelai felt her stomach turn. She quickly ran to the bathroom and lifted up the toilet.

A few moments later Joan came in behind her with a cool damp wash cloth. "Here, let me clean your face." Joan soothingly offered. Lorelai leaned back and allowed Joan to assist her. "What on earth has made you so sick? I hope you don't have food poisoning." Lorelai felt her stomach begin to knot up again. She quickly leaned her head over the toilet once more. "I'll be right back, I'll run down to the kitchen and find some medicine."

Joan hurried down stairs to the kitchen. As she walked through the kitchen doorway, Cecelia made it a point to end her phone conversation.

"Is something wrong, Joan?" Cecelia asked as she watched Joan rummage through the cabinets.

"Lorelai is sick." Joan simply answered. "I need to find the stomach medicine."

Cecelia smiled. "Perhaps staying out all night and partying has taken a toll on her."

Joan ignored the comment and kept looking for the bottle of medicine. "I know I saw some in here the other day…" Joan gripped.

"It's funny. I bet you wouldn't take near as much concern in Karl if he were ill." Cecelia replied.

Joan turned and face the woman. "Cecelia, you know I would care for Karl if he were ill. I would never leave a child sick without medication."

"That's something else I've been meaning to tell you, Richard and I both feel it would be best if you called me Mrs. Gilmore from now on."

"Can we possibly discuss this later?" Joan replied, trying to keep her temper under control.

"We can." Cecelia answered. "But it will still be the same conversation with the same outcome. Like it or not, Joan, I am Mrs. Gilmore." Cecelia stood from the table and left the room.

Joan sighed and returned to her search for the medicine, finally she spotted it hidden in the main back of the cabinet. She grabbed it and hurried back upstairs to Lorelai.

Lorelai's stomach had calmed down, but her emotions were running haywire. She had slowly made her way to her bed and laid down. Suddenly, so many things were starting to make sense. This must be why Emily never truly treated her like a daughter. This must be why Richard no longer adored her the way he used to. This must be why she had this constant feeling of not belonging with her family. But Lorelai had to ask herself, if Richard and Emily were not her real parents, who were?

"There you are." Joan replied as she walked into Lorelai's room. "I'm sorry I took so long."

Joan sat down on the bed and unscrewed the bottle. "I know you don't like the way this stuff tastes…" she began. "so I brought you some water to chase it down with."

"Thank you…" Lorelai whispered as she swallowed the red liquid and took a drink of water after it.

"Well, you're most certainly better at taking medicine than you used to be." Joan smiled. "It used to be quite a fight." Joan gently shoved back a few pieces of hair from Lorelai's face.

Lorelai closed her eyes and rested on her bed. There was only one solution to this dilemma, she had to ask Richard about the truth.