You were a family friend of the Hawthornes. After your parents passed, you’d moved into the mansion with them. You didn’t stay around often, as you and Nash would travel

“Who’s that?” Avery asked, pointing at Nash.

You looked towards where she was pointing, a small smile pulling at your lips. “That’s Nash. He’s something of a nomad. He’s too restless to stay in the same place for too long.”

Avery looked at you and raised an eyebrow. “Then why is he here?”