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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, again, of being jealous of my

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

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

Hey, Cora – how did the baptism go?

Cora? You

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text when you get up – I know you were up

from you.

I swipe the messages away and click through the

bother me that there’s nothing at all from Roger. Not a peep. As

I mean, this is a little pathetic, but

your apartment door…

Hank. He’s being so

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

I jump out of my bed and

get to it, I

his eyes going wide, accidentally dropping the large bag of

too cheerful. “I’m so sorry,” I continue, smiling at him, “I just woke up – we were up all night. It’s – I’m very sorry. I should have texted before I fell asleep.”

warm smile. “I

to come in?” I ask, leaning against my door frame and gesturing towards my little apartment. “I am…well, I

turning up a bit at the corner. “That sounds

we sit on the house, the Chinese spread out around us on the coffee table, eating right 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

day with some 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,

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

making me blink and focus on him. “Did you hear me?”

myself to listen to his words. Then, I grimace a little. I’m sorry, Hank,” I say, giving him an

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

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 helpful there? I

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