When the old keeper forgot one latch, the 400-pound silverback reached through the steel

feed room before remembering not to.

Winston was at the west panel.

Miguel stood in the corridor with both hands at his sides. He had not begun the routine. Dana waited behind him, her keys hanging from one finger. Sasha stood near the sink, crying openly and silently, which somehow made the rest of us look more fragile for trying not to.

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