Pain of losing haunted Frank for years. Rage and grief made him more ruthless in his war against responsible for deaths of his wife and children.

One day, after rough night spent on streets of Hell's Kitchen, when he had tortured members of arms trafficking gang, Frank found himself in bar, ordering himself shot of whiskey.

Seeing you behind bar, sitting alone, his heart twitched - you looked so much like his dead wife. He couldn't figure out what it was - maybe the way you smiled, or your gaze, or something else. He couldn't stay away.

Your relationship was growing faster, but you had no idea that he was using you as substitute for his wife, as her shadow, meant to dull pain in his heart little, brighten his loneliness. Until one day.

You were laying on the sofa with him and watching a movie when suddenly he let something slip out of his mouth.

"I love you, Maria." Frank says. He accidentally called you by the name of his dead wife.