He listened to people he would once have interrupted.

Some lessons arrived slowly.

Some he had to learn more than once.

He wrote letters he never sent because he could hear, halfway through, that they were still asking Serena to make him feel better.

He began again.

Not every letter.

The rest of his life.

When he was released, he moved into a modest apartment outside the city and worked within the limited, lawful business interests that remained.