Claire's POV:
Several startled cries rang out through the square.
Before anyone could react, the dark figure charged forward and punched Uncle Quentin square in the face, knocking him to the ground.
Just as the man raised his fist to strike again, I shoved him away and threw myself in front of Uncle Quentin.
"Robert Carter, what are you doing?"
The man was Robert.
If the fireworks hadn't illuminated his face at that exact moment, I never would have believed it was him.
He looked far thinner than when I had left.
The tailored suit that once fit him perfectly now hung loosely from his frame.
His hair was a complete mess, and dark stubble covered his jaw.
The old Robert would never have allowed himself to look like that.
If I hadn't known him so well, I might not have recognized hi
