He studied the trailer as if he were trying to understand what it was supposed to mean.
He lifted his trunk toward the straw inside and drew in a long breath. Then he examined the metal floor, touching it lightly with the edge of one foot.
The trailer shifted beneath his weight.
Gideon immediately stepped back.
Nobody moved.
For most of his life, a hesitation like that would probably have been followed by an order. He would have been expected to move because someone had decided that it was time.
Evelyn knew they couldn’t let that happen now.
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