My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing with concerned messages from friends. ‘What’s going on?’ ‘Why are your in-laws there?’ Notifications flashed questions I couldn’t answer. I replied vaguely, not ready to share the chaos. It seemed everyone knew, and that added a pressure I wasn’t ready for. Yet, seeing their support was a small comfort. I wasn’t entirely alone in tackling this mess. Their curiosity was annoying but also grounding.