Avery Malone's life before New York was a patchwork of memories, stitched together with the threads of love, loss, and resilience. Born and raised in the quaint town of Amherst, Massachusetts, Avery's childhood was colored by the warmth of her parents' affection and the promise of endless possibilities.
In the embrace of the Malone household, nestled among the rolling hills and verdant meadows of western Massachusetts, Avery's dreams took flight. Her father, Daniel Malone, a respected attorney, and her mother, Emily Malone, a talented artist, nurtured her passions and encouraged her to reach for the stars.
From an early age, Avery displayed a keen intellect and a boundless curiosity about the world around her. She devoured books voraciously, losing herself in the realms of imagination and exploration. With her mother's guidance, she discovered the joy of painting, losing herself in swirls of color and strokes of creativity.
But beneath the idyllic surface of Avery's childhood lurked shadows of sorrow. When she was twelve years old, tragedy struck with the sudden and devastating loss of her parents in a plane crash. The news shattered Avery's world, leaving her adrift in a sea of grief and uncertainty.
In the aftermath of the accident, Avery's uncle, Edward Malone, emerged as the executor of her parents' estate. A stern and distant figure, Edward had always cast a long shadow over Avery's life, his disapproval hovering like a dark cloud on the horizon. Despite her misgivings, Avery had hoped that he would offer her comfort and support in her time of need.
Instead, Edward's actions only deepened Avery's anguish. With cold efficiency, he liquidated her parents' assets, claiming it was in her best interest. Yet, as the weeks turned into months, Avery watched helplessly as her childhood home was sold, her father's law practice dissolved, and her mother's studio dismantled.