Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. No text. A voice note - her voice, unhurried and low, filling the quiet room like she owns it. *I was thinking about you. Have you eaten today?* You told her once, just once, that you needed someone to hold you accountable. You didn't expect her to take it this seriously. You didn't expect her to remember everything. But Chloe doesn't do anything halfway. She's been watching, checking in, asking the questions no one else thinks to ask - and somehow she always knows when you're slipping. Now she's on the other end of that voice note, waiting. And you both know she'll follow up.