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PROLOGUE

ADELAIDE YANIRA RAMIREZ GARCÍA WAS BORN ON THE SIXTEENTH OF JANUARY, 2004. exactly 3,100 days after three out of four members of sunset curve died of food poisoning.

she was born to alicia ramirez garcía and fernando ramirez garcía, who, at the time, were still in love. alicia was best friends with a woman named rose molina, who was married to ray molina.

adelaide grew up with their daughter, julie molina.

rose and alicia were music freaks. since they met, when they were 15, they'd been in countless bands together.

they both worked the orpheum the night that sunset curve died.

alicia and her husband were a relatively happy couple. they got married four years before their daughter was born, got along well aside from a few fights here and there (but, really, what couples didn't fight?), and had never even thought about divorce.

until july 22, 2011.

exactly 5,844 days after sunset curve died, alicia ramirez garcía passed away from a broken heart.

adelaide hadn't even known that was possible. it was a scary thought. when you love someone, you give them the power to make you so sad, so broken, that you die.

alicia and fernando had gotten into a horrible fight. adelaide listened from her bedroom, tears streaming down her face. she hated the fighting, the screaming.

"what were you doing with her?" alicia demanded.

"nothing!" fernando shouted.

"then why were you making out with another wo—"

"i want a divorce!"

it was silent. this was always good or bad. usually bad. his words echoed.

"what?" alicia asked quietly.

"i want a divorce, this isn't working anymore," he repeated.

"fernando, no. that isn't what— you don't— what about adelaide?"

"you can have her."

ouch. he just.. said that like it was nothing. like he had no care in the world what happened to her.

the house grew quiet again, until there was a thud.

"alicia? alicia, stop playing games! get up!"

she opened her door, tiptoeing down the hallway until she could peer down the stairs. her mother was lying on the floor.

"momma?"

fernando's head snapped in her direction. "go to your room, adelaide."

"is she okay?"

"she's fine—"

she wasn't fine. she was dead.

and after adelaide's mother died, she never had a fully happy day again.

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LORELAI — RORY, SHE'D ALWAYS CORRECT PEOPLE — ROBERTSON WAS BORN ON MAY 20TH, 1977. her older brother william (though, he preferred willie) was the person she looked up to. growing up, she always thought he was the coolest person.

he hung out at skate parks, had long hair, took her to record stores — even snuck her into an abba concert when she begged him — and wasn't rude like her friends' siblings.

no, willie wanted to hang out with his sister. he'd ignore his friends moans and groans and let her tag along to wherever they were going. he'd leave early so he could take her home. he'd leave his friends to pick her up from a party or concert she couldn't get home by herself from.