Jane: Did I give up my child?
Roman: She was beautiful. You used to sing to her, rock her to sleep in your arms.
Jane: That song… It’s true.
Roman: Why would I lie? The truth is painful enough.
Jane: Did I give up my child?
Roman: She was beautiful. You used to sing to her, rock her to sleep in your arms.
Jane: That song… It’s true.
Roman: Why would I lie? The truth is painful enough.