"Are you done?"
"No." Christina took a deep breath. "I am not done." She spat out. "You left me Burke. And I am a different person. I got married…to a man I love. And Seattle Grace isn't Seattle Grace anymore!" Her anger wasn't controlled. "I've suffered…truly suffered. I've watched people I love die. Mark Sloan is dead. George is dead. So yes, Meredith may hold a grudge but it's because she has been there for everything. When we were shot at. When we went down in that plane." Her voice cracked. "Meredith was my family…and you could have been part of it. But you left. And now Meredith and her kids and Derek and Callie and her wife and their baby with Mark. And even Alex. He isn't evil spawn anymore. They are my family. My ex-husband. Richard. They care for me. They would never leave me." Her voice was deep with emotion.
"Christina-"
"You never called. Not once, Burke. You said you tracked my career. Where was the call when I got back from a week stranded in the wilderness? When I couldn't step in an OR because I had PTSD from being held at gunpoint trying to save Derek Shepherd!" She blinked, suddenly realizing that her persona-the calm, cool surgeon- wasn't what she was displaying. "Burke. I don't want your hospital. I don't need your help winning awards. I won the Harper Avery." Burke's face displayed confusion. "I got the votes. I didn't get the acknowledgment because the hospital that I own-that I rebuilt- my home- is partially funded by that foundation." She took a breath. "Burke-you've changed. Your family isn't the hospital and the doctors any more. I made conscious decisions with Mer and Owen that assured the hospital will always be my family. Grey-Sloan Memorial is my home. I may leave. I may come here for your printers. But you did not make me who I am. You were the prologue, Burke."