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     ( Phone pressed between ear and shoulder, slicing an apple between his hands. Frank is actually surprised when the ringing is cut off by an answer. )

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     they’ve had conversations like this before and it never gets any easier,  never       more restful; the lists of names that accompany nightmares and dour thoughts. Frank       is teetering on the edge and doesn’t know what to say to help either of them.         He       knows that Claire knows a simple truth:         that everything they do is to power them       forward in this life and that in no way can they have doubts,  fears,  regrets,   not even       when they fester against one’s will,     not even when they can’t seem to scrub off the       blood from their hands for a moment’s peace.

      So Frank says nothing at all.               He puts his arms around his wife, buries his nose       against her hair, presses his fingers firmly against her skin, grounding, close, near. She       has been the same steadying force for him since the moment she said yes. It’s only fair       that he returns the favour from time to time. 

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                 TEXT HISTORY » FRANCIS UNDERWOOD, VERIZON                 messages sent across the span of three weeks, approximately two                     and a half weeks after claire left both frank and the white house.

✉ (2:54 AM) CLAIRE                     » Are you awake? Will you call?                      » Please?

✘ (16:43 PM) CLAIRE                     » We need to talk about this. We need to figure out wh                                               MESSAGE ERASED                    » I’m sor                                                MESSAGE ERASED

☠ (06:01 AM) CLAIRE                    » You will come to the office and we will talk about this                        like adults or I will make every move you make for                        whatever career you want to have hurt.

❤ (04:13 AM) CLAIRE                    » For twenty eight years, you were the first thought of mine                      every morning. Even at my busiest, even if it was only fleeting.                      Where’s Claire. How is she.                    » That hasn’t changed. I hope you’re well.