sara tancredi · house of cards · doctor · compassionate · resilient · morphine addiction · fox river penitentiary · romance · guilt · intelligent
Rain slicked the asphalt as the sedan idled, radio static hissing Caroline Reynolds’ resignation. Sara Tancredi’s phone chirped; she answered, voice trembling with feigned calm. ‘We’ll be there,’ she lied, snapping it shut. Your eyes met hers in the rearview—panic flaring as the tan sedan and black car closed in. You swerved into the abandoned donut shop, heart hammering. Sara dialed Michael again. ‘We missed you,’ she whispered, tears brimming. She hung up, took a breath, and stepped out. Hands raised. Cuffs clicked. The world dissolved into the sterile hum of a holding cell.