A few minutes later, Melissa noticed David and Nate in a conversation. The quirky redheaded kid who was so enamored of being behind the camera had put it in his pocket and was wiping away tears. Had her story done that to him or was something else going on?

On the train ride home, David watched the countryside pass as if it were his life. All the decisions made and people who had led him to this point passed like a blur as he considered what was ahead. Nate sat across from him going through video he had shot at the former abortion clinic.

“You need to get that in there somehow, in the final video,” David said.

“Get what in there?”

“That the abortion clinic was eventually closed. It’s a county health facility now.”

“I can put text on the screen at the end or you can do a voice-over,” Nate said absently. “The bigger question is, what do we call this? I mean, we can have the most gripping story in the world but if we don’t have a good title . . .”

“What about I Chose Life?”

“Too on the nose,” Nate said. “It explains what happens. And if you’re right and people see this who are trying to make a decision like Melissa did . . .” He thought a moment. “You want something artistic, something that draws you in but doesn’t give it away.”

“Like what?” David said.

“Like . . .” Nate dropped his phone on the table between them. “I don’t know.”

Nate wasn’t his hyper self. He wasn’t thinking of the next shot he could get or next location to shoot. There was a letdown for both of them from the events of the past few days. David had found answers to so many questions, and more questions had surfaced. For Nate, it had been an intense time of gathering video he could use for the documentary, and David could see his mind spinning with how he would cut things together and pull viewers in. Nate talked about the kind of music he wanted to use to make things even more dramatic and emotional. But the situation with Reese seemed to occupy him more than any of that.

Finally Nate picked up the phone again and spoke as he stared at the screen. “I don’t know what I’m going to tell her.”

“Tell who?”

“Reese. I know she’s probably thinking the same thing Melissa did.” Nate looked at David. “Her baby could be somebody’s best friend someday.”

David listened to the clack of the wheels on the track and felt the vibration of the train. A thought came to him. “Hey, could I talk to her?”

Nate gave a slight nod. “Maybe. She’s pretty stubborn, dude.”