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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…

my eyes at myself, sick,

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

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

did the baptism go? Dinner later?

You okay?

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up – I know you were up all

heard from you.

through the rest of my phone,

it bother me that there’s nothing at all from Roger. Not a peep. As I take a deep breath and

I’m… I mean, this is a little pathetic, but I’m

your apartment door…

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

have passed between us last night,

wrong with me? Quickly, I jump out of my bed and dash for

I

bag of Chinese on the little mail table I

cheerful – maybe too bright, too cheerful. “I’m so sorry,” I continue, smiling at him, “I just woke

smile. “I get it – you had a

in?” I ask, leaning against my door frame and gesturing towards

his lips turning up a bit at the corner. “That sounds

day. He held down the fort at the little free

was, apparently, a busy day with some tricky cases. I watch Hank closely as he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his

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

blink and focus on him. “Did you

words. Then, I grimace a little. I’m sorry, Hank,” I

okay,” he responds, giving me a little wink and reaching out to grab my hand, squeezing it a bit before sitting back. “I was just curious if you think Ella

the clinic,” I respond instantly, looking 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

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