Chapter Twenty One

As they dove into their meal, Nate found moments to squeeze her hand. She felt a bit childlike stabbing at her pasta with little awareness when she accidentally pushed it off her plate, but Nate cleaned up after

her, making no fuss of collecting the bits and placing them into a side plate to his right.

“One piece of good news about being at the hospital for an hour,”

he started, but paused to drink his wine. “I was able to speak with a reputable ophthalmologist about getting you in for an appointment soon.”

“To do what? Did you find an eye donor?”

“Well no, not yet. They will need to run a number of tests first to see how your optic and retinal nerves are healing. I had thought we would need to wait weeks before you'd be well enough to undergo tests, but after speaking with the specialist, it looks like you can go in right away. It will give them insight as to how to proceed when we do find a donor.”

“And you like this doctor?”

“He is one of the best in Seattle and has had promising r