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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,

happy she has what she wants in her life. But sometimes she’s just so….perfect. That it

my 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

how did

You okay?

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

from you.

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

As I take a deep breath and check my

I mean, this is a little pathetic,

your apartment door…

Hank. He’s being so sweet and I’m…well, I’m not being fair to

I’m holding 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 outside my door with

jump out of my bed and dash for the front door of

I get to it, I yank

of Chinese on the little mail table I keep

I say, bright, cheerful – maybe too bright, 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

warm smile. “I get it – you had a busy

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

bit at the corner. “That sounds great,

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 mothers as well as general ailments from humans and wolves who currently don’t have access to their regular

as he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious face – his thick brown hair – his strong, capable hands-

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

and focus on him. “Did you hear

words. Then, I grimace a little. I’m sorry, Hank,” I say, giving him an apologetic

bit before sitting back. “I was just curious if you think Ella would want

dying 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 really be helpful there? I think that she

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