Birthday Present (Karen/Frank)
Kastle + Birthday Present
Karen always spends her birthday alone, painful memories making it too hard to hear the cheerful voices of Matt and Foggy as they call to wish her well.
She leaves work early, finding a bit of peace on the nearly empty subway car, the click-clack of the train lulling her almost to sleep.
When she walks into her apartment her toe nudges a pastel envelop resting on the hardwood, her name written neatly in compact script across the front.
Inside is a delicately wrought Saint’s medal strung along a silver strand, glinting in the soft afternoon light.
She fishes the note out of the envelope, a helpless smile spreading across her face as she reads: They tell me Saint Francis de Sales is the patron saint of writers… it seemed fitting.