"Meredith?" The man chuckled. "Well, haven't you grown up since the last time I saw you?"

"Who the hell are you?" Meredith said making a face.

"You don't remember?" He said with a smile crossing his face. "I'm Richard Webber."

That's when it hit her. She knew who he was. She had very little memory of her years before she came to Boston, but she knew who he was.

"Don't scream at me when you're the one screwing Richard Webber." Her real father's words ran through her head.

"I cannot believe you." She said shaking her head. "You bring him here? How the hell could you do this to me? How could you do this to yourself?"

"Watch it, young lady. I can do whatever the hell I want. I pay for this house. I pay for your lavish lifestyle."

"It's not like you ever gave a damn about me before, mom. You pay for this house and my 'lavish' lifestyle, because you don't want to have to see and deal with me."

Ellis didn't say anything just clenched her jaw.

"You leave for weeks at a time because you can't stand to look at me. You blame me for why he…" She said pointing at Richard. "Didn't leave his damn wife. You don't love me, yet you were to fucking stubborn to give me to dad who actually gave a damn about what happens to me and what I do with my life."

"Don't talk to me like that. I am your mother."

"Well, mother, why is it that I see more of Mary and Alex Kerev than I do you. Why do you camp out at the hospital all night?'

"Because surgery is my life."

"Then, what the hell am I, Mom?" She said with harshness. "I'm going to Alex's." With that she turned on her heel and walked out slamming the doors behind her.

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A couple of tears rolled down her cheeks and her feet dug into the sad. They had moved the sand box/playground from the old house since at the time Alex was still young. She sat down on the swing in his backyard. It wasn't exactly clear in her head why she didn't go to his door. She walked into the backyard and sat down on the swing with her shoes off and her feet digging into the sand. She wasn't crying… okay, maybe a little.

She had only been sitting there with her head lowered looking at the sand for a few minutes when the sliding glass door opened and Alex emerged.

"Mer? Not using the door anymore?" He asked as he walked over. He stepped onto the sand. "Mer?" She looked up at him and he could see the tears building up in her eyes. "What's wrong?"

She didn't answer right away just sat gently swaying.

"My mom came home early…" She stopped short.

"Isn't that a good thing?"

She shook her head. "She brought the man who drove my father away with her." She said chocking up.

"What?"

"Richard Webber, the guy she was having an affair with."

"Oh…" There was a short silence that he didn't know what to say. "I'm so sorry, Mer."