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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,

so happy she has what she wants in her life. But

over, reaching for my phone, seeking some kind of distraction from these disquieting- thoughts. But when I pick it up the first thing I

did the baptism go?

Cora? You okay?

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a text when you get up – I know

heard from you.

click through the

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

I mean, this is a little

your apartment door…

Hank. He’s being so sweet

what might have passed between us last

Quickly, I jump out of my bed and dash for

I get to it, I

accidentally dropping the large bag of Chinese on the little mail table I keep outside my door.

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

says, giving me his rare, warm smile.

you want to come in?” I ask, leaning against my door frame and gesturing towards

his lips turning up a bit at

day. He held down the fort at the little free clinic we both work at, seeing both prospective

some tricky cases. I watch Hank closely as he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious face – his thick

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

focus on him. “Did

words. Then, I grimace a little. I’m sorry, Hank,” I say, giving him an apologetic look. “I got….lost in my thoughts a little bit. Forgive me. Can

out to grab my hand, squeezing it a bit before sitting back. “I was just curious if you think Ella

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

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