You ever just— stand there, at the park, sun blazing, kids screaming, and you’re nodding along to someone talking about their kid’s Montessori program, but really you’re doing quadratic equations in your head about whether the electricity bill gets paid or the gas? Like, you're smiling, you're *effortlessly* smiling, projecting this whole "we got this" vibe, while inside it's just this siren blaring "DELINQUENT PAYMENT" over and over. And you know if someone really looked, really, *really* looked at your face, they'd see the tiny tremor in your left eyelid. It’s… a lot.