Louis Mattioli and Natalie never had exactly the same relationship they had before he died. Before I stuck my well-intentioned nose into keeping her alive. She wasn’t all his anymore, and there was a jealous streak in him. It burned deep and cool over the decades, but he never put it to words. I would have handled things differently if I’d recognized it bothered him, but I didn’t. Nobody did. Even he didn’t. And that just made things worse. He couldn’t tell me why he resented me because he didn’t understand what he resented me for. But our disagreements got worse, and I just tried to stay away from him in the end. Our cybers helped with that, and of course that stuck in his craw too. He should be able to confront the man who messed everything up, right? Even if he couldn’t say how I had done it.