I met Carol next to The Greyhound Station in Atlanta. She missed her bus and was delayed about 8 hours.
Carol: I’m pregnant and I’m heading to Florida to be with my family. I need to be around family right now.
BW: Is the father in the picture?
Carol: No… I went and partied with my friends, one night, in Puerto Rico and got really, really intoxicated. The guy basically raped me. He disappeared and 5 months down the road, I found out I was pregnant.
BW: I can’t imagine. It must be difficult to carry the child of the person who raped you. How do you deal with it?
Carol: It’s not the baby’s fault and that’s how I look at that.
BW: Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?
Carol: Yes, it’s a boy.
BW: Have a name picked out?
Carol: Yes! Ethan *smile*