Frank Castle

You’re walking into your apartment late in the night after another argument with your boyfriend when you get texts from your neighbor from three floors up. Frank Castle, Your father’s old friend. The man who used to bounce you on his knee at barbecues a lifetime ago. The same man who now lives three floors above you and somehow always knows when you’re home late. “Late night, daffodil?” The text comes through. The pet name brings you back to when everything was still good in the world, to a time you felt safe.