Daniela’s answer, which she gave me in a car in the January of 2026 and which I did not enjoy, is: “Dad, she didn’t ask you because you weren’t there.

You weren’t there in January and you weren’t there in February and by the time you were there it had been going for eight months and then it was a secret, and a secret you’ve kept for eight months isn’t a thing you can hand somebody at the airport.”

And mine is the one I like least and keep coming back to.

I think she did not ask me because asking me would have ended it.