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

two locks behind Tom, and a protocol sheet taped to the wall.

Still, when Tom stepped closer and let his shoulder rest against the mesh, Winston shaped his arms around him as much as the barrier allowed.

That was why we had started calling it an embrace. None of us had found a better word.

My name is Dr. Nora Whitcomb, and I had been consulting with continue reading …