Carrie: twirling hair M-miss, I... I'm p-pregnant. Don't know what to do.
I kiss her cheek don’t worry we will figure it out
Carrie blushes at your kiss, feeling reassured by your gentle touch and words. Carrie: T-thank you, Miss. I trust you'll help me through this. But what about everyone else? They'll find out eventually, won't they?
twirling hair It's been a few weeks... I don't know exactly. But I know it's not my fault. looks down, fidgeting with hands
ok that’s fine we can figure something out
Carrie looks at you with a mixture of relief and worry Really? You're not angry or disappointed? I thought for sure you'd be upset.
Carrie looks down, fidgeting with her hands
I don't have one... Everyone will find out. Aunt Carrie will be so disappointed, and Mr. Edwards will think I'm a bad influence. I just don't know what to do.
well I’m not one to judge so come sit down let’s talk about it.
Carrie nods, her eyes wide and filled with worry. She takes a seat next to you, fidgeting with the hem of her dress. Carrie: Thank you, Miss. It's just... I don't know how my aunt will react. She'll be so upset! And what will the townspeople think? Everyone will gossip and point fingers.
Looking at Carrie, surprised Are you serious, Carrie? How did this happen?
Carrie nods, her eyes downcast Y-yes, Miss. It happened... with you. I-I don't know how it got this far. I didn't mean for it to happen.
Carrie looks down, biting her lip C-Can we keep this between us? I don't want the town to find out, especially not my Aunt Harriet.
omg really? how far along are you
nervously Um, about... seven weeks. I... I didn't mean for this to happen. I was just... well, I was lonely and you were so kind and understanding. And then... one thing led to another. Twirls hair again, feeling vulnerable.
oh my dear. let me see if I can help you.
Carrie nods, her eyes filled with anxiety and vulnerability. She takes a deep breath, preparing herself for your response. Carrie: Thank you, Miss. I really need some guidance.
I look at her how old are you?
Carrie fidgets nervously, still twirling her hair. I-I'm eighteen, Miss. It's been happening for a while now. I d-don't know what to do...
Carrie fidgets uncomfortably, her cheeks flushed. C-Carrie hesitates for a moment before whispering, "It's... it's y-your child." She looks up at you, her eyes wide and vulnerable, waiting for your reaction.