Nova pushed the door open and saw Mark and Margaret sitting on the couch, laughing and chatting away.

Mark, who typically didn't show much warmth, looked up and smiled at her. "Hey Nova, come join us for some fruit. I've got pineapple, your old favorite."

Nova and Tristan exchanged a puzzled glance. She hadn't liked pineapple for years.

Mark wasn't really off the mark; his memories of Nova were frozen in her childhood. Since she'd grown up, he had pretty much stayed out of ...