Logan and Julian acknowledged each other with a nod. The two of them were not exactly friends, but they shared a mutual respect and a love for Charlie.

“Congratulations,” Logan said. “Your baby’s really cute.”

“Thanks.”

Charlie took command of his sister, holding her with care. He showed her and Julian the paddle he’d painted and all the campers had autographed. Each camper went home with one.

“So, his stuff is here,” Logan said to Daisy. “He’s all set.”

“Thanks.” She gazed up at him, her blue eyes a stranger’s eyes now. “How are you?”

“Good.” It still felt surreal, talking to this person who had once been his whole world. He used to be on intimate terms with her not just physically, but with her every thought, her every dream and desire. Now she was just someone he didn’t really know anymore. She had truly moved on. The baby was stark evidence of that. Daisy had made a new life for herself.

Logan couldn’t say for certain that he’d done the same. He still lived in the house he and Daisy had bought together and remodeled, dreaming of the future. He still had the same job. Same friends. Same life—minus the family.

“You look good,” she said. “Summer camp agrees with you and Charlie both.”

That, at least, was gratifying. Toward the end of his marriage, Logan had let himself go, not bothering to pay attention to his diet, forgetting to exercise. Once he emerged from the fog of divorce, he’d taken out his frustration by mountain-biking, rowing on the lake, scrambling up rocks and mountainsides. He’d embraced single fatherhood with a vengeance, studying nutrition and cooking as if his son’s life depended on it. Cool that Daisy had noticed the improvement.

“Charlie had a great time at Camp Kioga. Be sure he tells you about all his adventures.”

“I will.”

Julian was already loading things into the car. Daisy’s stepmother, Nina, came out on the porch and gave Logan a wave. She had a baby of her own, a little boy about a year old. One big happy family. Logan felt like a chump, standing there, a complete outsider, his connection to the Bellamys now so tenuous. There had been a time when he’d come here for holiday gatherings, dinners and picnics on the lawn. Now his only role was to hand over Charlie and walk away.

“Um, so Julian got new orders,” Daisy said. Her gaze shifted from side to side, then to the ground.

Logan still knew her well enough to read nervousness in her manner. “What’s that mean?”

“We’re moving.”

“Why do I sense this is not good news?”

“The new assignment’s Yokota Air Force Base.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Where the hell is that?”

She swallowed visibly. “It’s in Fussa. Er, that’s in Japan.”

“Fuck.”