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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…

rolling my eyes at myself, sick, again, of being jealous of my sister.

love her so, so much – and I’m so happy she has what she wants in her life. But

I see is one of those relationships I’m trying to avoid leaving me an assortment of messages. I sigh

how did the

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– I know you were up all

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messages away and click through the rest of

not let 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 Hank

is a little pathetic, but I’m outside. Can you let

your apartment door…

being so sweet and I’m…well, I’m

Roger, one he doesn’t even want – despite what might have passed between us last night, it

out of my bed and dash for the front door

to it, I

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

smiling at him, “I just woke up – we were up all

warm smile. “I get it –

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

turning up a bit at the

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

his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome,

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

making me blink and focus on him.

to listen to his 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 you

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

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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