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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…

eyes at myself, sick, again, of being jealous

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

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

Hey, Cora – how did the baptism go? Dinner

You

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get up – I know you were up all night but I’m worried that

from

click through the rest

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

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

your apartment door…

that. Hank. He’s being so sweet and I’m…well,

last night, it doesn’t change anything. And there’s a man standing outside my door with mooshoo pork, dying

wrong with me? Quickly, I jump out of my bed and dash for the

it, I

the large bag of Chinese on the little

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

smile. “I get it –

frame and gesturing towards my little apartment. “I am…well, I am starving,

says, his lips turning up a bit at the corner. “That sounds

down the fort at the little free clinic we both work at, seeing both prospective mothers as well as general

Hank closely as he tells me his story, my

something twist in my stomach as I watch him, something that

and focus on him. “Did you hear me?”

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

and reaching out to grab my hand, squeezing it a bit before sitting back. “I was

up a morsel. “But she doesn’t have any medical experience. Would she really be helpful there? I think that she would do anything –

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