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

“How often is this happening now?” I asked.

“Yesterday we logged fourteen,” Miguel said.

“Fourteen contacts?”

“Fourteen holds. The small touches are constant.”

I studied the dayroom through the glass. The overhead lights had not fully warmed yet, leaving the concrete, climbing beams, and hanging ropes in a flat gray wash. Winston’s breakfast waited untouched continue reading …