The dinner on Wednesday was different from the ones before it.
She couldn't have explained how she knew before it happened — something in the way Nathan had said *I'll pick you up* instead of *meet me there.* The first time he'd said that. She had stood in Sarah's bathroom for twenty minutes deciding what to wear, which was new and slightly annoying, and she chose not to analyze either the twenty minutes or the annoyance because Dr. Voss had told her to let things move at whatever speed they moved.
He arrived exactly on time. People who arrive exactly on time, Mia had observed, have been thinking about the time.
He took her to a place in East Austin she'd never been — small, Italian, the kind of restaurant where the lighting is low enough to be kind and the menu is short enough to mean
