Looking at the charming home with its well-kept lawn and blooming gardenias, Louisa parks her car in Evelyn's driveway.

The woman she had just spoken to on the phone, whose voice carries a sorrow Louisa had not heard in a while, stands in sharp contrast to it.

Wanting to find out about her friend's worries, she picks up her bag and goes outside.

Before Louisa has a chance to knock, Evelyn opens the door, having seen her car from her glass windows.

Wearing sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, she stands there with a dejected expression in place of her typical lively energy.

Evelyn says feebly, "Hey, Lou," and moves aside...