Prologue
Sam called.
It was three in the morning. I just got back from Seattle Grace. Meredith was already asleep, and I was once again in that place of contemplation whether I should sleep beside her or seek comfort from the couch.
Then, he told me what happened.
I felt my whole body grow cold. Just a few days ago, she was on Seattle grounds, urging me to set Bailey up with someone.
I went back outside, hailed a cab, and said, "SeaTac."
I looked down at my hands and saw them trembling. Not even that bothered me anymore.
Addison, what happened?
