#Chapter 312 – 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…

myself, sick, again, of being jealous of

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

Cora – how did the baptism

Cora? You okay?

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Hey, send me a text when you get up – I know you were up all night but I’m worried

heard from

away and click through

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

are you home? I’m… I mean, this is a little pathetic, but I’m outside. Can you let

your apartment door…

being so sweet and I’m…well, I’m not

right. 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

of my bed and dash

I yank

bag of

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

me his rare, warm smile. “I get it –

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

turning up a bit at the

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

apparently, a busy day with some tricky cases. I watch Hank closely as he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious

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

focus on him. “Did you hear me?”

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

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

in the clinic,” I respond instantly, looking down at my chicken with broccoli and picking up a morsel. “But she doesn’t

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