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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…

groan, rolling my eyes at myself, sick, again, of

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

these disquieting- thoughts. But when I pick it up the first thing I see is one of those relationships I’m

Hey, Cora – how did

You

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up – I know

heard from

and click through the

nothing at all from Roger. Not a peep. As I take a deep breath and check my email, another

home? I’m… I mean, this is a little pathetic, but I’m outside.

your apartment door…

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

us last night, it doesn’t change anything. And

what’s wrong with me? Quickly, I jump out of my bed and

I yank it open, hoping

large bag of Chinese on the little mail table I

“I just woke up – we were up all night. It’s – I’m very sorry. I should have texted before I

me his rare, warm smile. “I get it

I ask, leaning against my door frame and gesturing towards my

a bit at

out of the containers with the supplied chopsticks, Hank tells me all about his day. He held down the fort at the little free clinic we both work at, seeing both prospective mothers as well as general ailments from humans and wolves who currently don’t have

tricky cases. I watch Hank closely as he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious face – his thick brown hair – his strong, capable hands-

in my stomach as I watch him, something that

and focus on him. “Did you hear me?”

sorry, Hank,” I say, giving him an apologetic look.

giving me a little wink and reaching out to grab my hand, squeezing it a bit before sitting back. “I was just curious if

be dying to be more involved in 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

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