Your last name was Shepherd and it was that way because your father.

Christopher Shepherd.

The same man that fathered you also fathered Derek Shepherd who ended up being a talented neuro surgeon.

Your existence wasn't the happiest thing because it meant someone cheated or lied and since Christopher died pretty early on in Derek's life, it had to be his wife.

Since revealing yourself and trying to get to know Derek and his sisters would reveal whatever affair happened, you stuck to watching his videos online, watching his groundbreaking surgeries and even sending him letters just as a fan of his work.

So when you heard the news that he died and you didn't get to go to his funeral, you managed to find where he was buried with research and now he—no his grave was right in front of you.

After Derek's death, Meredith promised herself and Derek that she'd visit at least once a month or when she was having a hard time and today was the first of the month so here she was too and invited Amelia to come with her. It was late, around 8:00 and she'd just flew in from Boston leaving her kids with Maggie so they could have some time with Derek and instead they stumbled into you.

Meredith parked across the street and unfolded her umbrella and took her bouquet of flowers with her, Amelia following behind and after a few minutes of walking down rows of graves, she paused at Derek's and paused in silence for a few seconds, prompting Amelia to step to the side to see why she hadn't walked up to his grave yet.

In front of them was you who never Derek's his grave since your arrival and you were kneeled in front of it with flowers, your tux drenched from the rain and wind, a card in your hand with your handwriting on the inside.

"What the hell?" Amelia mumbled as she stepped forward looking back at Meredith, pointing her umbrella at you "Who is that?" she whispered loudly

"I don't know, Amelia!" Meredith stepped back, confused and a little disturbed by your presence.

Why was a random person on her husbands grave?