“Okay, okay. I worked her so that she loves you,” Mom says. “She’ll do absolutely anything for you. Anything you want. Isn’t that nice?”
“Fix it,” I say. “You have to undo it. Put her back the way she was. I’ll take her to you and you can work her again so she’s back to normal.”
“Callum,” she says, “you know I can’t do that. I can make her hate you. I can even make her feel nothing at all for you, but I can’t take away what I’ve already done. If it bothers you so much, just wait it out. The way she feels will fade eventually. I mean, she won’t be exactly the Grege as she was before—”
I hang up the phone. It rings over and over again. I watch it light up, watch the hotel’s name scroll across the caller ID.
Cloe finds me sitting in the hall, in the dark, holding a still-ringing phone whe
