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Chapter 311: Cora at Home

Cora

When I wake up it’s almost eight at night and I groan, realizing that my sleep schedule is

completely wrecked. I’m reminded, suddenly, of my years as a medical resident when this sort of thing was normal – sleeping all day, taking night shifts, living moment to moment rather than a steady, scheduled life.

And quite frankly, right now? That sounds really wonderful, compared against a whole night of empty hours in which I have nothing to do but… think.

Think about what I’m doing in my life, think about my career which has gone in a really weird direction, think about my relationship…s.

About a certain kiss in the woods.

About a sweet doctor who, apparently, wants to build a life with me.

I sigh and sit up, looking around at my sterile little apartment. I never really decorated, I realize as

I look around at the grey and beige furniture, the simple linens, the charmless curtains. Everything is functional and high quality but none of it is… me?

Or is it?

I frown at my space, thinking of Ella’s sweet home that – even though Sinclair picked out most of the furniture before she moved in – still sings Ella Ella Ella in every corner. It’s warm and sweet

and comfortable. What does my space say about me?

I mean, I’m an orphan – I never had any possessions or any control over the environments in

which I lived, so where would I have learned to decorate? I never had a mother to show me how

So where did Ella…

rolling my eyes at myself, sick, again, of being jealous of my

so happy she has what she wants in her life. But sometimes she’s just so….perfect. That it makes me realize how unhappy I am, when

first thing I see is one of those relationships I’m trying to avoid leaving me an assortment of messages. I sigh

did

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me a text when you get up – I know you

heard from you.

through the rest of my phone, trying,

at all from Roger. Not a peep. As I take a deep breath and check my email, another message from

I mean, this is a little pathetic, but I’m outside. Can you let me in?

your apartment door…

a little bit when I see that. Hank. He’s being so sweet and I’m…well, I’m not being fair to him,

– despite what might have passed between us last night, it doesn’t change anything. And there’s a man

jump out of my bed and dash for the front door of my

I

little, his eyes going wide, accidentally dropping the large bag of Chinese on

too cheerful. “I’m so sorry,” I continue, smiling at him, “I just woke up – we were up all night. It’s –

me his rare, warm smile. “I get it –

leaning against my door frame and gesturing towards my little apartment. “I

a bit at the corner. “That

the supplied chopsticks, Hank tells me all about his day. He held down

he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious face – his thick brown hair

in my stomach as I watch him, something that makes me…well, makes- me want to jump across the couch

he asks, making me blink and focus on him.

shaking myself and forcing myself to listen to his words. Then, I grimace a little. I’m sorry, Hank,” I say,

little wink and reaching out to grab my hand, squeezing it a bit before sitting

down at my chicken with broccoli and picking up a morsel. “But she doesn’t have any medical experience. Would she really be helpful there? I think that she would do anything – but she’s got

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