“Father, please forgive me, for I have sinned.”
“What sins have you committed against our Lord?”
“I have thought wicked thoughts.”
“Thoughts of what?”
“Abortion, suicide, cutting, drugs, alcohol.”
“Child, how old are you?”
“15?”
“Why are you thinking of all these things? And does anyone else know that you are considering these things?”
“I have nowhere else to turn. These things are the only way I can cope. No one else knows…”
“Cope with what?”
“This pregnancy.”
“Who is the father?”
“I can’t say, but this child is a product of rape and I won't bring it into the world knowing it belongs to him.”
“Child, this is beyond my specialty. I can ask for your forgiveness, but for counseling, I’d have to refer you elsewhere.
“No thank you, Father. I don’t want counseling. No one else can know.”
“Please, tell me, what is your name?”
“Goodbye, Father.”

“Counselor, I’ve just had a young girl in my confession booth. She has been raped and is pregnant. She doesn’t know where to turn or what to do. She thinks abortion’s her only option besides suicide. She has turned to drugs and alcohol and is suffering from depression. Can you help?”
“Sounds like an interesting case. What’s her name?”
“She left when I asked her name.”
“Well, how are we supposed to help if we don’t know who she is?”
“I know she’s fifteen years old. And I could see a scar across her throat. It was very obvious, and I believe there was a burn scar on her left arm. That’s all I could see of her.”
“That’s enough. I know who you’re talking about. Taylor Petterson. She lives over in the “Law Division”.”
“Okay. I’m going to pay her a visit.”
“Good luck, Father. She’s as hardheaded and strong-willed as they come.”
“Thank you, Counselor.”

“Mr. Petterson?”
“No, Father, Mr. King.”
“Oh, sorry, sir. May I speak with Taylor?”
“Sure? Taylor!”

“Yeah, Silas?”
“Hello, Miss Petterson. Would you prefer us talk here or somewhere private?”
“Somewhere private. Follow me. Silas, your P.O. called. He needs to haul your sorry ass to New York. His words not mine.”

“Miss Petterson, I know you were the one that gave me that confession today.”
“Father, what confession?”
“Child, I assure you, I know it was you. I recognize your scars.”
“Yes, Father, it was me. But why did you track me down?”
“You’re in trouble.”
“I know.”
“How far along are you?”
“About two months.”
"Does the father know?"
"Yes."
"Does he care?"
"Yes."
Does he feel any remorse?"
"I'm not sure."
"Is he over-age?"
"Yes."
"How many years over?"
"10 years?"
"So, he's in his late 20s?"
"I believe so, Father."
"Was it consensual?"
"No."
"Have you reported him?"
"No."
"Do you plan on reporting him?"
"No, Father, I don't."
"Is he going to help raise the child?"
"I believe so."
"Do you know where he is?"
"No."

"Taylor."
"Jack?"
"Something wrong?"
"I have a visitor. Please leave."

"Who are you?"
"I am Father Rodriguez. Who are you, sir?"
"I'm Jack. Why are you here?"
"I am here to prevent a suicide in an underage individual."
"Taylor?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, I'll watch after her. You can go, Father."
"I'm guessing you are the baby's father?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
“I’m sorry; sir, but I don’t believe you.”

“Father, please. Just leave.”
"No, Taylor, let the man talk."
“Miss Petterson, I am terribly sorry, but I must speak to him.”
“Jack, just go. Please. There doesn’t have to be any trouble.”
“I do wish you would listen to the child, sir.”
“I don’t know where you come into this, Father, but I think if anyone is leaving, it’s you.”
“SILAS! SILAS! Please, Father, Jack, stop!"

"Taylor? What's going-- Jack."
"Get out of here, Silas. Me and the priest need to have a chat."
"Mr. King, I assure you there will be no trouble."
"Jack, leave! Silas, make him leave!"
"Jack, get your ass out of this house."
"Please, Jack, just go."
"You know what? I'll go, but only for Taylor."
"Oh how chivalrous!"

"Goodbye, Jack. Mr. King..."
"Yes, Father?"
"Were you aware that that man raped her?"
"FATHER! Don't answer, Silas."
"Yes, I was. I found out a few weeks ago."
"May I inquire how?"
"I walked in on an argument between the two."
"Had you let him into the house before?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"He claimed that he was her homeschool teacher."
"And she vouched for him?"
"Yes."

"Miss Petterson, why?"
"Because he was going to get to me one way or another."
"What do you mean, Taylor?"
"He threatened to kill you, Silas, if I didn't go along with it."
"Come on, honey. Do you really think that b@st@rd could get the jump on me?"