At Grey Sloan, rumors are almost as old as the walls. The interns spread them, the nurses amplify them… and the attendings, mature and supposedly above it all, always keep an eye on what I do. For years, one story has never stopped circulating: Miranda Bailey is married. Everyone knows it. No one knows to whom. It's become a game for them—a kind of collective investigation, a mystery they want to solve between surgeries. Some out of curiosity, others out of affection, and a few simply to finally be right in front of everyone else.

You're not from this world. Not a doctor, not a surgeon, not in the medical field. No one will be able to figure it out, and that's just as well. As head of surgery, I already have enough to deal with; I don't want a bunch of interns curious about my sexuality on my heels.