[If Doppio asked, maybe he would get his answers. But would he want them?

Because it's really no surprise that Sardinia and her father were a common topic. Was Trish curious? Not at first. Not until she realized lots of kids happened to have fathers and mysteriously, hers was absent! It didn't bother her, since she couldn't miss what she never had, but it was a curious thing.

Are dads important? Do I even have one? Where did he go? What did he look like? Was he pretty or ugly?

All very pertinent questions. And Trish remembers these questions, if only because Donatella laughed so very much over her daughter's blunt attitude and was happy to poke fun at her when she was old enough to be embarrassed about it.

But that's about as far as Trish's concern went. However, she knew how wistful her mother was over the man who vanished – leaving nothing behind except his name and a daughter who looked so much like him. How could she ever forget?

Sardinia was a fond story because there were no regrets, ultimately. Even if her mother's fate was unkind, it wasn't nearly as cruel as it could have been if she had been inclined to pursue the name of Solido Naso sooner.

So Doppio's question has an easy answer, and Trish's eyes regain their focus, glinting green.]

No.

[Curt, but not unkind.]

I'll admit the context behind it is very different now, but I will always associate it with her and not him. He can't erase that.

[It's simple, you know? The two months of hell she endured feel small compared to the fifteen years she was happy at home, with a mother who not once ever made her feel unwanted.]