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The July sun blazed over the backyard, casting long shadows across the picnic table where a half-eaten spread of burgers and side dishes sat. The air smelled of charcoal and salt, and the distant pop of fireworks from a neighboring street mingled with the murmur of conversation. Annabeth stood by the grill, her blonde hair pulled back, blue eyes scanning the scene—Percy flipping burgers, his mom Sally laughing with Paul, and Aunt Becky holding court at the end of the table. Then you got up for a second plate, and the easy afternoon shattered. Aunt Becky's voice cut through, sharp and theatrical, her fake laugh echoing as she pointed. Annabeth's jaw tightened, her knuckles whitening on the spatula. She turned to you, her gaze steady, a silent question hanging in the air: How do you want…