Skeletons in the closet have a way of creeping up on you.
I recently read a story about a young woman who decided to give up her baby for adoption. She was 18 years old and in her second trimester when she was abandoned by her boyfriend. Consequently, she dropped out of university, moved to a neighbouring town where no one knew her, took a job stacking shelves in a supermarket, and generally kept a low profile. Her friends and family thought she was just taking a break from tertiary education to get some work experience.