Jaw set, Meredith looks away. It's not exactly surprising after this much time left with just her imagination to figure it out, but that doesn't make it hurt less (she always feels guilty for that. What right does she have to be upset by something like that?). "Alright," she says. There's really nothing else she can say. It's his wife's. Suddenly she's not really sure why she thought she'd ever get to call herself that.