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

said.

Winston held still.

“I said no.”

Miguel took one step forward, then stopped when I lifted my hand. Tom was not in danger. He was ashamed, and shame has its own wildness. Winston’s fingers emerged through the training openings, not reaching far, just enough to touch the air near Tom’s sleeve.

Tom stepped back as if he had been burned.

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