Rita is at rock bottom— She’s lost everything: her wealth, respect at the garden club, and even her beloved scooter. With Isabel gone because of Alma, she feels utterly shattered.

She’s utterly alone.

She walks down the street, her bloodshot eyes revealing her pain. The once-vibrant woman now has a pale complexion, her expression vacant and defeated.

Making her way to the local store, she’s hoping to buy something to eat with the little cash she has left— and it’s barely enough. Perhaps a sandwich, maybe some chips if she’s fortunate.

At the register now, she rummages through her sparse coins, her outfit a stark contrast to her situation. She wears a deep red flowing dress, beautifully fitted and elegant. At least she has that.

“Shit…”

She whispers, realizing she’s a few dollars short. Just as she contemplates putting something back— maybe the drink she had hoped for…

But before she can put something back— a hand slips a card into the scanner, covering her bill.