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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.”
    She winced, and he didn’t even bother to apologize for the profanity. To Logan, the real profanity was losing his son.
    “The custody arrangement will still work the same,” she hurriedly stated. “He’s with you holidays and summers. It’s just...the travel time will be longer.”
    “That’s great, Daze. Just freaking great.”
    “There are daily nonstops from Tokyo to the States. I checked. We’ll make it work, Logan. I swear we will.”
    He shot a glare in Julian’s direction. As an officer in the air force, he had an exciting career. Good for him. But not so good for Logan and Charlie. “When?” he demanded.
    “Right after Christmas break. Charlie will go to school on base. He’ll learn a new culture, a new language. I’ve already found him a tutor to give him Japanese lessons. He’ll see a whole new world over there. It’s an amazing opportunity for him.” She spoke hurriedly, enumerating the advantages as if she’d memorized them, one by one.
    “More amazing than spending time with his dad?”
    “You’ll still have him for the same number of days.”
    “Have you told him yet?”
    “No. We will today.”
    Logan raked a hand through his hair. “Jesus.”
    “We need to make this a positive thing for Charlie.”
    “Right.” Composing himself with an effort, he went to say goodbye to his son. He walked over to Charlie and sank down on one knee. “I sure had a great time with you,” he said. “What an awesome summer.”
    “Yep. Um, can you keep my paddle? There’s no room to take it with me.”
    The kid had no idea that he was destined to move half a world away. He’d probably have to leave a lot more behind. “Sure. I’ll keep it safe for you, buddy.”
    Charlie stared down at the ground. His chin trembled. “Thanks, Dad.”
    Goodbyes were always the hardest. Logan’s job was to assure his son that everything was perfectly fine—even if it wasn’t. “You’re going to have the time of your life in fifth grade, buddy. And you’ve got a new little sister to play with.”
    “I guess.”
    “We’ll talk every day,” he said. “Just like always.”
    “And I’ll see you at Thanksgiving.” Charlie’s effort