Every voice on the line is someone I know

I'm at the console but every call that comes in is a voice I recognize — my old schoolteacher, the mechanic who fixed my brakes, the woman who used to run the corner shop. They all sound calm, like they're just checking in. I keep telling myself it's fine, but my hands won't stop shaking because I know every single one of them is calling about the same thing and I can't hear what it is.