Karen. It’s me. You’re probably too involved with your fancy New York life to talk, so I’ll just say it: Take the piece of junk off my land. You have until Saturday morning or it goes to the scrap yard. I can’t look at it any more.
No, she can’t control the fact he reached out to her, yet won’t bother to return her calls… But she can control how she uses the anger her father’s ultimatum ignites: As emotional fuel. Fuel she needs to drive the five and a half hours across state lines with one mission – and only one mission – in mind:
Get. Kevin’s. Truck.
Welcome to Castle’s Auto Shop. A Daredevil/Punisher retelling. Enjoy.Athank you to @anigmagrl for supporting my “Karen” voice.
