got off the plane in Nassau and took a cab to the British Colonial Hilton, where he would be staying. He was nervous. He hadn’t met any of his former victims face to face since the trial, and then only a select few had been brought into court to tell their stories for the jury. Back then, he’d felt no pity for them and no shame. Since that time, he had learned to stop objectifying his victims and begun to see them as real people, even to empathize with them. As that process had taken place, he’d begun to feel ashamed about what he had done. Over time, he’d worked through the shame and accepted responsibility for his own actions. Eventually, he developed a desire to make things right, or barring that possibility, to at least own up to what he had done and apologize to their faces. He checked in to his room and deposited his suitcase on the bed, unpacking his clothes and hanging them in the closet. The sight of the suit brought back memories of the old days. Except for the ordeal at the Cayman Islands bank, he hadn’t worn a suit in almost eight years.
