Wilde said nothing.
“Let me tell you one thing right off the top, okay, because I’m sure you’re wondering.” He dropped his voice. “I didn’t know about you. I didn’t know I had a son.”
“When you said ‘didn’t know’—”
“I mean, never. Not until this very moment. This is all a complete shock to me.”
Something cold coursed through Wilde. He had waited for answers like this his whole life. He had blocked on it, pretended that it didn’t matter, and in many ways it didn’t, but of course, the curiosity was there. At some point he’d decided that he wouldn’t let the unknowable define him. He had been left in the woods to die and somehow survived. That obviously changed a person, molded them, was part of everything they did or became.
“Like I said, I have three daughters. To find out now, all these years later, that I had a son before any of them were even born…” He shook his head and blinked his eyes. “Oh boy, I have to get acclimated to this. Just give me a little time to catch my breath.”
“Take your time.”
“You said they call you Wilde?”
“Yes.”
“Who named you that?”
“My foster father.”
“Apropos,” Carter said. Then: “Was he good to you? Your foster father?”
Wilde didn’t like being on the answering end here, but he said “Yes,” and left it at that.
Carter still wore his work shirt. There was a film of dust on it. He reached into the breast pocket and pulled out a pen and reading glasses. “Tell me again when you were found.”
“April of 1986.”
Carter wrote that down on the paper mat. “And they guessed you were how old?”
“Six, seven, something like that.”
He wrote that down too. “So that means, give or take a year, you were born around 1980.”
“Yes,” Wilde said.
Daniel Carter nodded, his eyes on his writing. “My guess would be, Wilde, that you were conceived sometime in the summer of 1980 and born nine months later, so that would be, what, between March and May of 1981.”
A small vibration shook the table. Carter picked up his mobile phone and squinted at the screen. “Sofia,” he said out loud. “My wife. I better answer it.”
Wilde managed to gesture for him to go ahead.
“Hey, hon…Yeah, I’m at Mustang Sally’s.” As he listened, Carter flicked his gaze toward Wilde. “A supplier. He’s bidding to get the PVC pipe order. Right, yeah, I’ll tell you about it later.” Another pause before he added a very sincere, “Love you.”
He hung up and put the phone back on the table. He stared at it for a long time.
“That woman is the best thing that ever happened to me,” he said. Still staring at the phone, he added, “It must have been hard on you, Wilde. Not knowing about your past. I’m sorry.”
Wilde said nothing.
“Can I trust you?” Carter asked. Before Wilde could respond, Daniel Carter waved him off. “Dumb question. Insulting even. I have no right to ask anything from you. And a man either keeps his word or he doesn’t. Asking him isn’t going to change anything. The biggest liars I’ve ever met are the best at making promises and holding eye contact.”
Carter folded his hands and put them on the table. “I guess you’re here for answers.”
Wilde didn’t trust his voice, so he nodded.
“I’ll tell you what I can, okay? I’m just trying to think of where to start. I guess with…” He looked up in the air, blinked, dove in. “So Sofia and I started dating our senior year of high school. Fell in love pretty fast. We were kids though. You know how it is. Anyway, Sofia is a lot smarter than me. When we graduated, she went to college. Out of state. In Utah. First in her family to attend college. I joined the air force. Did you serve?”
“Yes.”
“What branch?”
“Army.”
“Did you see action?” he asked.
Wilde didn’t like to talk about it. “Yes.”
“I didn’t. My age, I was lucky. After Vietnam, I mean in the seventies and up until Reagan bombed Libya in 1986, it felt like we’d never go to war again. I know how weird that sounds now, but it’s true. That’s what Nam did to our psyche. Gave us a nationwide case of PTSD, which maybe was a good thing. I was mostly stationed at Nellis, maybe half an hour from here, but I also did short stints overseas. Ramstein in Germany. Mildenhall in the UK. I didn’t fly or anything. I worked Pavement and Construction Equipment, basically building bases. It’s where I learned about construction.”