But Angela Steinfurth has been asked that a lot lately.
And I had to ask.
It was cold Thursday morning, especially on the banks of the Maumee River. And it started to rain -- softly enough to find a cover underneath some weeds and trees on a hillside that happened to be taller than I am.
The clue to be there crackled over the police radio a little after 10 a.m.
Crews were needed to bag evidence near the base of the Anthony Wayne Bridge, or better known here as the High Level Bridge.
Could have been nothing -- could have been any evidence from any crime ever committed in the history of history.
But it wasn't.
She told Shaun Hegarty from 13abc that she found a freshly used diaper, the same size and brand that Elaina wears.
Amy Voigt and I were there all day. So were television reporters. And Blade photographer Andy Morrison was, for a few hours, set up on the downtown side of the river, watching from the other side.
Just in case the divers or the police or the SONAR found something. Or if they found what we all kind of wished they wouldn't. Because, you knew that if they did, it wasn't going to be the happy ending that some are still holding out for.
"Waiting is the bitch of it," Richard said, leaning against his gold-colored truck, watching detectives walk in and out of a narrow clearing in the trees. You could never know what they were doing down there all those hours, with brush blocking any chance at a peek.
Angela and Richard had pretty much stayed away from the media before that. It felt tense. From then on, though, it was easy. They talked, we listened.
The two started out at 9 a.m., headed first for that same narrow opening in the trees. Police searched that area the day before, but it couldn't hurt to check again, they thought.
Soon after, Angela was running down the street toward Toledo police who were already on the east side, gearing up for a search. She told them what she had found, prompting a search that lasted well into the night.
Hours had gone by when I finally got the chance to really talk to Angela. I had found a relatively comfortable spot on the sidewalk, she was sitting on the bumper of a Toledo fire truck.
"So," I started, "do you have that, like, mother's intuition that says, you know, if Elaina is still alive?"
Elaina is still alive, Angela said.
Behind her, Richard shook his head.
When Elaina was born she was 7 pounds, 13 ounces.
Angela said her womb was "too small" and the girl had to go through six months of therapy so she would be able to walk.
She talked, and kept talking about the past few days. How most people consider her a suspect in the disappearance of her daughter, about the comments people have posted on news stories, about her troubled marriage (she and Elaina's father are separated), and about her older daughter adjusting to being a big sister, about the "miracle in Cleveland."
When it was just about 6 p.m., my time on the banks of the Maumee were over. I was replaced by Kelly McLendon.
And now, as of today, Elaina is still missing.