When Anna Hartley‘s husband, Henry calls her with a terrible guilty confession she can’t believe what she hears. It has to be a bad joke. The mild predictable artist she married, would never her to fly, let alone commit murder, but her confusion turns to horror when please find his body washed up on the banks of the Rio Grande, desperate for answers to millions of questions. His untimely death has raised and checks into the Sycamore, the rundown motel apartment rented as an art studio as she absorbs every bit of of gossip. The eclectic mixer residence are willing to share about her, her husband and each other, she begins to be together a picture of a very different man and then the one she married.