Richard let out a long sigh as he opened the door and walked into the house. It was nearly 7:30 and he was starved, annoyed, and exhausted. Cecelia briskly came walking to greet him.

"Darling… you must be utterly fatigued." Cecelia planted a small kiss on his lips.

"That I am." Richard replied. "One of our new employees fell behind on paperwork, it took hours to sort everything out. We nearly lost one of our best clients."

Cecelia guided Richard into the kitchen. "I had the maid make your favorite meal. Steak with peppers and onions, a large baked potato and for desert… lemon pie."

"You know me too well." Richard smiled as he loosened his tie.

"Well, someone has to make sure you're getting everything you desire."

Lorelai heard her father's car pull into the garage, but she decided to wait until after he had eaten to approach him. Also, she wanted to catch him alone, and she knew that would not be possible for the first thirty minutes of his arrival. Cecelia would be all over him asking him pointless questions, and bragging about how well Karl did at this and that.

Finally, Richard excused himself from the table and headed to the bedroom. His intentions were to take a hot shower, but Lorelai had other plans.

"Dad…" Lorelai called from the end of the hallway. She felt an unfamiliar awkwardness as she called for him.

"Good evening, Lorelai." Richard replied as he continued to walk towards his room.

"I have to talk to you."

"Can it wait till tomorrow, please. I'm far too tired…"

"No…" Lorelai's voice was eerily calm. "I have to talk to you now."

Richard sighed. "If you're planning to tattle on Karl or Cecelia, then I suggest you save your breath, I …"

"I want to know to the truth." Lorelai interjected.

"I beg your pardon?" Richard gazed at the young girl.

"About me… I want to know to the truth about me." Lorelai fiercely fought back tears.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes, you do!" Lorelai snapped. "Am I adopted?... Am I!"

Richard continued to stare at the young girl blankly.

"Answer my question…" Tears began to escape from Lorelai's blue eyes.

"Of course not, Lorelai…" Richard's faint voice replied. "Where would you ever get such a ludicrous idea?"

"You're lying…"

"I am in no mood for your antics tonight." Richard dismissed. "If you'll excuse me, I am in dire need of a hot shower."

"You're lying!" Lorelai yelled again as Richard shut the door to his bedroom.

A cry of frustration whaled from Lorelai's body. She ran back to her room and slammed her door. Out of anger, she began to destroy her room. She broke her fancy porcelain dolls. She ripped her expensive bed sheets. Everything in this room was a lie. She wasn't Lorelai Gilmore, and the man who claimed to be her father didn't even have enough guts to admit it.

Joan heard a loud thump come from upstairs, which would have been the noise Lorelai's TV made a she shoved it from her TV stand. She hurried upstairs and straight to Lorelai's room. The door was locked.

"Lorelai!" Joan called from the other side of the door. "What is going on in there?" She pounded on the door. "Open this door!"

"Go away!" Lorelai screeched.

Joan sighed and reached for the key that Richard and Emily had kept hidden above the door. Lorelai was surprised to see the door effortlessly open and Joan walk in.

Joan's mouth opened as she glanced around at the disaster which once was Lorelai's room. "My God, Lorelai…" she said slowly. "you've ruined everything."

"What does it matter! It's all a lie!" Lorelai yelled.

"What's a lie?"

"This! All of this!" Lorelai moved her arms around the room. "I'm not Lorelai Gilmore… This is not my room, this is not my house!"

Joan's heart began to thump louder and louder. "Sweetheart…." Joan approached the young girl.

"Get away from me!" Lorelai backed up quickly. "You're just as bad as he is! You knew this whole time and you never told me!"

"Lorelai…." Joan's eyes began to water. "I wanted to tell you… I wanted you to know… believe me, I did."

Lorelai stomped the floor. "You should have! You should have told me!"

"I'm sorry…" Joan apologized… "I'm so sorry."

"Do you know who my real parents are?" Lorelai asked. Joan quickly looked away. "Who are they?" Lorelai demanded. "Are they alive? Did they ever try to see me?" Lorelai's slowly sank to her knees. "Please, Joan…" She begged. "Who are they?" Joan kneeled down beside the shattered teenager and wrapped her arms around her. "Please…" Lorelai continued to beg though her voice was muffled by tears. "Please…"

Joan tilted the girl's head up so that she was looking her straight in the eye. "I'm your mother, sweetheart."