Boris Becker: Broken Promise

The ferry swings into Miami's Government Cut, aiming for the island. In a van parked on board, Boris Becker sits up in the passenger seat, the front row for an almost unnerving blast of postcard beauty: the buttery dying sunlight, the churning surf. He sees none of it. He has lived through enough South Beach springs to take such a vista for granted, and besides, he's distracted. First, there's that young woman in the back of the van, and yes, Becker is sure he knows why she is there.

Becker takes great pride in his ability to...