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

noticing changes in your movement, your stress, your timing, maybe even scent. I think when you lose your place, he tries to anchor you the way he understands anchoring.”

Tom looked toward the hallway, though there was nothing there. “By holding on.”

“Yes.”

He breathed out slowly. His hands stayed flat on the table, palms down, as if he needed to feel continue reading …