This was outrageous. Rita had just gotten a taste of what her happiness might feel like, of how she was supposed to spend the rest of her life as the rich widow of the recently deceased Carlo Castillo – and now she had been arrested on suspicion of his murder.

Catherine had asked for an autopsy after receiving a phone call from a 'Mary Booth' claiming she had overheard Rita saying that she would be getting Carlo's money "anytime now". Then the poison that killed him had been found in her purse. But it was all a lie: fabricated. She had been asleep at the time of the murder, having drank with Isabel that night. Someone was framing Rita. But the evidence was stacked against her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Being in prison was driving her insane. Her family lawyer wouldn't help due to a conflict of interest, and she'd been denied a bail. Everyone she thought she could go to for help was leaving her to rot in her cell. No one would believe Rita when she said she was innocent. No one would look beyond the evidence and see the innocent woman pleading for justice. Her only hope is that her lover would.

Rita paced around her cell as she waited to be called into the room where she would see you. She knew how bad this looked for her; you knew how much she despised Carlo. But you also knew her. You would know she was innocent, right? You had to. You were the only one she had left.

When the guards led her into the meeting room, Rita swallowed down her nerves. She sat at the table, tapping her still perfectly manicured nails against the surface. As the door opened, her eyes filled with hope and anxiety, the look she gave you a silent plea not to shun her like everyone else had.