Percy's POV:

I woke up to find a head resting on my chest. It was Drew's. I sighed and got up. I got dressed and made some toast. I sent Annabeth a cheque yesterday, paying for all of her bills. I sat down and ate my breakfast.

My thoughts drifted to Annabeth. Her face appeared in my mind, but it wasn't the stern, hard face of the mother Annabeth. It was the smiling face of the wild camper Annabeth. I began to feel sad. I thought back to that day that Annabeth thought I was cheating on her, but I wasn't.

Suddenly, I realised something. I still loved Annabeth. I missed her and wanted her back. I had to get a divorce. I had to divorce the woman who was charm-speaking me. I grinned malevolently.

Annabeth's POV:

I dropped Cedric at school and drove to my work. My phone rang and I picked up.

'Hello,' I said.

'Annabeth? Yeah, you got the building! The team of workers were sent there and they need you!' It was my assistant Kati.

'Really!? Thank you, Kati. I'll be there soon.'

I put my phone down and rushed to the building site. Adam, the lead constructor, walked up to me. He held out his hand for me to shake. I shook it.

'Okay, listen here Ms. Chase-' He began.

'Please, call me Annabeth.'

'Okay, Annabeth. We just need you to clarify how the main side of it is going to look.'

'Okay, well it's going to be made of glass.'

'What I mean is, how will the shape of the glass be? Square, circle?'

'It'll be a sort of diamond shape that will fit perfectly with each other.'

My phone rang. I picked it up. It was Principal Isaacson.

'Hello,' I said.

'Hello Ms. Chase. I'm afraid that Cedric here has gotten himself beaten up.'

'What?!'

'We're sending him to hospital and we've also informed is father.'

'Okay, I'll be there right away,' I put the phone down and faced Adam. 'I'm sorry Adam; I have to go. My boy's in hospital.'

He nodded and I rushed to my car. I drove to the hospital. I got out and pushed through nurses and doctors to the ward my son was in.

Cedric lay on the hospital bed, bruises everywhere. A doctor stood over him, examining his arms.

'Ah, Ms. Chase, I'm Dr Barnstead,' the doctor said.

'What's wrong with him,' I asked.

'Well, he has several contusions to the head, a dislocated ankle, a broken elbow and his jaw is broken.'

'Will he be okay?'

'Well, he's not dead, but I'm afraid he's technically brain-dead. He won't be able to do anything for the rest of his life.'

I collapsed into a nearby chair and sat there, shocked.