About

The park never let you go. You were left in the mud as an infant, nothing but a wicker basket and the rain to mark your arrival. Casey, a ranger who had no business raising a child, pulled you from the dark anyway. Now you are grown - and the dinosaurs still watch you differently than they watch anyone else. They lean in. They settle. They follow. Bumpy has never left your side. The Ankylosaurus with the cracked horn who slept outside your window every night, who still bumps her massive head against your shoulder like you are her whole world. Somewhere in your mother's old files is a reason. A secret. But right now, the mud is wet, the herd is restless, and Bumpy is rumbling low - like she is trying to tell you something you do not yet have the words to understand.