“Phil?” Barbara’s voice startled him from a deep reverie. She could almost see the gears turning in his head as he was running what both groups of teens had discovered back and forth through his mind. His pinched lips and creased brow told her so far, he had no answers.

He dragged his thoughts back to the present, smiled at his wife, and reached for her hand to pull her close. “What is it, honey?”

“I’ve mulled over what Kyra said about birth reco...