Gideon wept silently at the defense table while she spoke.
Afterward, in a small conference room, he asked to speak to his family.
Stripped of the good suits and the easy confidence, he looked like a smaller man.
“I don’t even know how to begin apologizing,” he said.
Wendell considered him a long moment.
“Begin,” he said, “by making sure your regret isn’t just one more way of asking us to rescue you.”