Chapter 10: The Third Lorelai

Heather stared at her father–wondering why he was unable to meet her gaze. Instead, he just turned away from her–unable to meet her eyes. Something told her that her life was about to change forever...

"Heather, it might be a good idea if you sat down."

"Mr. Medina, what is going on?"

"Please call me Max. And this is my wife Lorelai."

Heather nodded blankly.

Finally, Lorelai spoke up. "I have a story to tell you. It all started when…."

And Lorelai proceeded to tell Heather the same story that she had already told Luke earlier. When Lorelai finished, Heather was sitting there, still in shock.

"You're telling me that I'm your daughter?"

Lorelai nodded.

"And my real name is Lorelai Leigh Gilmore?"

"Rory for short."

Heather sat there without saying anything for a while. Tears were welling up in her eyes. It just couldn't be true it... She hadn't been abandoned. She'd been sold by her own grandmother. She glanced from Max to Lorelai and back to her father again. Her mind was racing–nothing would ever be the same again. Finally, she stood up shakily.

"I…I…. I have to go…"

With that, Heather ran out the door. The next hour was a blur. Somehow she managed to board a bus to Hartford and ended at a pay phone near Chilton.

"Logan, it's me. I need to talk to you now."

"Heath, what is it? Logan responded, detecting the desperateness in her voice.

"Please just come now. I'm at Chilton..." Heather's voice was breaking as she spoke into the phone.

"I'll be right there."

When Logan arrived, Heather was pacing back and forth—looking as if she had just been through hell.

"Heather, what is it? What's wrong?"

"I know who I am. I met my mother today… I…"

"Oh my God, how?"

"My real name is Lorelai Leigh Gilmore. Rory for short."

Heather began to tell Logan the same story that Lorelai had just told her.

By the time she was done, she was shaking–desperately trying to regain her composure.

Logan took her into his arms. Suddenly he gasped.

"Heather, you were at your grandparents house last week."

"I was? Wait Richard and Emily Gilmore. Lorelai is their daughter—the black sheep of the family... I met the woman who sold me..."

Logan nodded.

"So what do we do now?" Heather asked.

"I don't know." Logan responded.