Recognition came slowly. Robert’s expression hardened first. “The Damon Prescott?”

Damon held out his hand. “I’m afraid so.”

Robert did not take it. Margaret looked from Damon to the twins, and her eyes widened as the resemblance became obvious. “Oh,” she whispered. “Cassie, what have you done?”

Cassandra’s shoulders stiffened. “I made mistakes. So did he. But not the mistake you think.”

Luke tugged on Robert’s apron. “Grandpa, Damon has superhero time.”

Robert looked down. “Does he?”