Sally knew something was wrong when she greeted Annabeth at her door. Something was wrong. It crushed Sally's heart inside just knowing that Percy was somewhere without his memory, and no place he could call home. The pain wasn't the type you normally feel when you get hurt, it was a numb pain. It was a pain that made you feel empty inside. She couldn't look at Annabeth without the sick feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you want to help somebody but you just can't
"M- Mrs. Jackson Percy's gone"
Sally has never seen Annabeth like this. She always has seen Annabeth be strong, Annabeth would never break. Yet hear she was, in tears trying to choke out the story. Sally did what any mother would do and consoled her. Sally held her and rubbed her back- all the while thinking about Percy, letting a stray tear out here and there. Eventually she got up to brew some tea.
She got the tea-bags out and started water boiling. It wasn't then until it hit her. She couldn't help but let out a sob. When she finally got back to where her and Annabeth were sitting, Annabeth wasn't there. Sally looked all over the house and almost gave up hope thinking she left, when she glanced into Percy's room.
Annabeth was just sitting on Percy's bed, with an empty look in her eyes; staring out his window- at that little plant that he came home with a few summers ago. Annabeth had broken. She had shut down, and all Sally could do was watch.