Proveo sam toliko besanih noći, vrteći se i prevrćući, ubeđujući sebe da mi nije važno što ona nije moja ćerka, da mi nije važno što me je moja žena, koju sam toliko voleo, lagala osam godina.
I spent so many sleepless nights, tossing and turning, telling myself that it didn't matter that she's not my daughter, that it didn't matter that my wife, whom I loved so dearly, lied to me for eight years.