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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…

sick, again, of being jealous of

so, so much – and 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 unhappy I am, when I stand next to

phone, seeking some kind of distraction from these disquieting- thoughts. But when I pick it up 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 message

did the baptism

Cora? You

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I know you were up all night but

from you.

the messages away and click through the rest of my phone, trying, determinedly,

it bother me that there’s nothing at all from Roger. Not a peep. As I take a deep breath and check my email, another message from

this is a little pathetic, but

your apartment door…

being so sweet and I’m…well, I’m not being fair to him, am I?

a space for Roger, one he doesn’t even want – despite what might have passed between us last night, it doesn’t change anything. And there’s a man standing

what’s wrong with me? Quickly, I jump out of my bed and dash for the front door

I get to it, I yank it open, hoping

dropping the large bag of

him, “I just woke

giving me his rare, warm smile. “I get it –

my door frame and gesturing

bit at the corner.

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

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

my stomach as I watch him, something that

asks, making me blink and focus

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

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

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 got

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