Sandra\u2019s envelope lay on the floor between her chair and mine.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, she simply stared at it.<\/p>\n
Mr. Katz waited.<\/p>\n
Roy did not.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is coercion.\u201d<\/p>\n
The lawyer looked toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re telling us we have to cooperate with a police investigation to receive money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am explaining conditions your father established.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s coercion.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you are free to decline the money.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy laughed without humor.<\/p>\n
\u201cConvenient.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was not designed for convenience.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy stood and paced toward the window.<\/p>\n
Officer Bennett remained seated.<\/p>\n
That seemed to bother Roy more than being watched.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly are we supposedly cooperating with?\u201d<\/p>\n
Bennett answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cQuestions. Records. Medication access. Financial documents. The property transfer. Anything else that emerges.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmerges.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re fishing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen charge somebody.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bennett\u2019s expression did not move.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not how evidence works.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve had two years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have had varying levels of information over that period.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means your father reported concerns before he had enough evidence to describe every event clearly. Later he provided more. Helen\u2019s records add more.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy pointed toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHer records were created after Dad started going to a lawyer every month.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo he influenced her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
Arthur had spent eighteen months doing the opposite.<\/p>\n
Mr. Katz leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cRoy, your father deliberately kept Helen uninformed about his estate plan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expect me to believe that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can prove it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHis recordings.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy\u2019s mouth tightened.<\/p>\n
Mr. Katz gestured toward the black recorder.<\/p>\n
\u201cIn at least six sessions Arthur discussed whether he should tell Helen what he was doing. My advice was that he could. His decision was not to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he believed you would eventually accuse her of manipulating him. He wanted her lack of knowledge to be genuine.\u201d<\/p>\n
That silenced Roy.<\/p>\n
I felt a strange pressure behind my ribs.<\/p>\n
Even now, Arthur was explaining choices I had resented while he was alive.<\/p>\n
I had thought he kept secrets because he did not trust me.<\/p>\n
He had kept them because he trusted me to behave naturally if I did not know what was coming.<\/p>\n
The distinction did not make the hurt disappear.<\/p>\n
It changed its shape.<\/p>\n
Sandra bent down.<\/p>\n
She picked up her letter.<\/p>\n
Her hands shook.<\/p>\n
Roy noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause that\u2019s exactly what they want.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mr. Katz frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you believe we want?\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy ignored him.<\/p>\n
He looked only at Sandra.<\/p>\n
\u201cRead it later.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra\u2019s expression shifted.<\/p>\n
For the first time that morning, suspicion moved toward her brother instead of away from him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy rubbed the back of his neck.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Dad wrote it when he was angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know what he wrote.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra looked down at the envelope.<\/p>\n
Then at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he write you one?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you read it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want his last private words to me becoming part of an argument.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something in her face softened.<\/p>\n
Only briefly.<\/p>\n
Then she slid one finger beneath the flap.<\/p>\n
Roy swore under his breath.<\/p>\n
Sandra opened the envelope.<\/p>\n
The room became quiet.<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s letter was three pages.<\/p>\n
I could tell by the way she unfolded it.<\/p>\n
She began reading.<\/p>\n
Her eyes moved quickly at first.<\/p>\n
Then slowed.<\/p>\n
Halfway down the first page, she stopped.<\/p>\n
I saw her swallow.<\/p>\n
Roy watched her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
She kept reading.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Sandra turned the page.<\/p>\n
A tear fell onto the paper.<\/p>\n
She brushed it away angrily.<\/p>\n
Roy took a step toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cSandra.\u201d<\/p>\n
She lifted one hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
She read the second page.<\/p>\n
Then the third.<\/p>\n
When she finished, she lowered the pages into her lap.<\/p>\n
Her face had changed.<\/p>\n
Not softened.<\/p>\n
Collapsed inward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d Roy asked.<\/p>\n
Sandra looked at Mr. Katz.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he write this here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas anyone telling him what to write?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he dictate it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wrote most of it by hand over two visits. My assistant typed it at his request. Arthur reviewed and signed the final version.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra looked at the signature.<\/p>\n
Her thumb moved over it.<\/p>\n
Then she looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you ever tell him I took Mom\u2019s silver?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you did poison him against me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe watched you drive away with it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra looked confused.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was standing beside me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes moved as she remembered.<\/p>\n
The driveway.<\/p>\n
The open trunk.<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s cane.<\/p>\n
His order to leave the silver.<\/p>\n
Her refusal.<\/p>\n
Something drained from her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe saw?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra looked back at the letter.<\/p>\n
Roy\u2019s impatience broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he write?\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at him.<\/p>\n
Then said, \u201cMom didn\u2019t leave me the silver.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra\u2019s voice was barely above a whisper.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe never told Dad she wanted me to have it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I watched her.<\/p>\n
For years she had repeated that claim as fact.<\/p>\n
Margaret wanted me to have it.<\/p>\n
Not I think.<\/p>\n
Not I remember.<\/p>\n
Wanted.<\/p>\n
Arthur had challenged it.<\/p>\n
Sandra had defended it.<\/p>\n
Now she looked as if a floorboard beneath her had disappeared.<\/p>\n
Roy shrugged.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe left a note.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat note?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mr. Katz said nothing.<\/p>\n
Roy looked toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
Roy\u2019s voice sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom wanted the silver sold if Dad ever needed money for medical care.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room became silent.<\/p>\n
I remembered every time Sandra had invoked Margaret to justify taking it.<\/p>\n
My mother wanted me to have this.<\/p>\n
My mother would hate what Helen is doing.<\/p>\n
My mother built this family.<\/p>\n
Arthur had rarely corrected her.<\/p>\n
Perhaps because he did not want to use the dead against the living.<\/p>\n
Sandra unfolded the first page again.<\/p>\n
She read something silently.<\/p>\n
Then whispered, \u201cWhy didn\u2019t he tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mr. Katz answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur says in the letter that he tried twice.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe never showed me a note.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. He told you Margaret had not designated the silver for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra\u2019s mouth opened.<\/p>\n
I remembered one of those conversations.<\/p>\n
Sunday dinner.<\/p>\n
Sandra insisting the tea service belonged to her.<\/p>\n
Arthur saying, Your mother did not say that.<\/p>\n
Sandra replying, You don\u2019t remember everything she said.<\/p>\n
At the time it had sounded like another family argument.<\/p>\n
Now I saw what Arthur had refused to do.<\/p>\n
He had not produced Margaret\u2019s private note as a weapon.<\/p>\n
He had offered Sandra the truth.<\/p>\n
She had chosen a version that benefited her more.<\/p>\n
Roy moved toward the desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan we see this supposed note?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mr. Katz opened a folder.<\/p>\n
He slid a photocopy toward Sandra.<\/p>\n
She read it.<\/p>\n
Then pressed her lips together.<\/p>\n
I could see Margaret\u2019s handwriting from where I sat, although I did not read the words.<\/p>\n
Sandra handed it to Roy.<\/p>\n
He barely looked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis doesn\u2019t matter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra turned toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt matters to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I\u2019ve been saying she wanted me to have it for fifteen years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra stared at her brother.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo she didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy tossed the copy back onto the desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou misunderstood.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra\u2019s expression sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe probably said something else at some point.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Dad wrote what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad wrote lots of things apparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra looked down at her letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said I kept borrowing Mom\u2019s voice whenever I wanted something.\u201d<\/p>\n
No one answered.<\/p>\n
Her face crumpled once.<\/p>\n
Then steadied.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said he loved me, but he was tired of hearing me use a dead woman to win arguments she never had.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence cut through me.<\/p>\n
It sounded exactly like Arthur.<\/p>\n
Not cruel.<\/p>\n
Exact.<\/p>\n
Sandra folded the letter.<\/p>\n
Her fingers trembled.<\/p>\n
Then she looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell you what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad never told you about the note?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She studied my face.<\/p>\n
Perhaps looking for triumph.<\/p>\n
I had none.<\/p>\n
I felt sad for her.<\/p>\n
That seemed to anger her more.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t look at me like that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike you feel sorry for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked away.<\/p>\n
She was right.<\/p>\n
Roy returned to his chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is still irrelevant.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bennett opened his folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt may be relevant.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy\u2019s head snapped toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe silver was removed from Arthur\u2019s home against his stated wishes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra went still.<\/p>\n
I remembered her driving away with the wooden case.<\/p>\n
Arthur never got it back.<\/p>\n
I had assumed she still had it.<\/p>\n
Bennett looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra\u2019s lips parted.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt my house.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy looked toward her.<\/p>\n
Bennett nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll of it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvery piece?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra hesitated.<\/p>\n
I felt something change.<\/p>\n
Bennett heard it too.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvery piece?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMost.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra\u2019s eyes went to him.<\/p>\n
Then away.<\/p>\n
\u201cI sold some.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou what?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked defensive now.<\/p>\n
\u201cI needed money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLast year.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sold Mom\u2019s silver?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome serving pieces.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot much.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t what I asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra\u2019s voice rose.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy do you care? You never wanted it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy looked furious.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not the point.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s exactly the point.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bennett raised his voice slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did you sell it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Both siblings stopped.<\/p>\n
Sandra looked toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cA dealer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cName?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sold family silver to someone whose name you don\u2019t remember?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was an antiques place.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNorth side.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cName?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said I don\u2019t remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bennett wrote something.<\/p>\n
Sandra\u2019s breathing quickened.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs selling silver a crime now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why are you writing that down?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause ownership matters.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was my mother\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Mr. Katz said.<\/p>\n
Sandra glared at him.<\/p>\n
He continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cUnder Margaret\u2019s estate, her personal property passed to Arthur unless specifically distributed otherwise.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra looked away.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo technically it was his.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLegally.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bennett looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Arthur give you permission to sell it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Simple.<\/p>\n
Quiet.<\/p>\n
Irrevocable.<\/p>\n
Roy stood again.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis meeting is over.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra did not move.<\/p>\n
He looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on.\u201d<\/p>\n
She held Arthur\u2019s letter against her chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to hear the rest.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
Not anger at first.<\/p>\n
Fear.<\/p>\n
Then anger covered it.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is exactly what they\u2019re trying to do. Split us up.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra looked at him for a long moment.<\/p>\n
Then asked, \u201cDid you know I sold the silver?\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy hesitated.<\/p>\n
Too long.<\/p>\n
Sandra\u2019s eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
He rubbed his jaw.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me you might.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t what I asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were short on the mortgage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy looked toward Bennett.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not discussing this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra gave a strange laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me Dad wouldn\u2019t care.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said it was mine anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSandra.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said Helen was going to take everything if we didn\u2019t protect it.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went quiet.<\/p>\n
I felt my pulse in my throat.<\/p>\n
Roy looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are upset.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I\u2019m remembering.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy\u2019s expression became controlled.<\/p>\n
Dangerously controlled.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop talking.\u201d<\/p>\n
Officer Bennett leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy turned toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m advising my sister not to say things she doesn\u2019t mean.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe is an adult.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen let her speak.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra looked at Roy.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me to take the silver.\u201d<\/p>\n
He said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me Dad was already changing documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
Still nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said we had to get Mom\u2019s things out before Helen claimed them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was about sentimental property.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra laughed again.<\/p>\n
There was no humor in it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me to look for the safe-deposit key.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin prickled.<\/p>\n
I had never heard that before.<\/p>\n
Mr. Katz\u2019s pen stopped moving.<\/p>\n
Officer Bennett\u2019s voice became very calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat safe-deposit key?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra\u2019s eyes widened slightly.<\/p>\n
She realized what she had said.<\/p>\n
Roy stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bennett looked only at Sandra.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat key?\u201d<\/p>\n
She glanced toward her brother.<\/p>\n
He gave a tiny shake of his head.<\/p>\n
It would have been easy to miss.<\/p>\n
She saw it.<\/p>\n
So did I.<\/p>\n
Sandra looked down at Arthur\u2019s letter.<\/p>\n
She unfolded the last page.<\/p>\n
Read one line.<\/p>\n
Then closed it again.<\/p>\n
When she looked up, something had changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father had a safe-deposit box.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy swore.<\/p>\n
Bennett asked, \u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy interrupted.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s confused.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra turned toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know what you\u2019re talking about.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d she said again. \u201cBut you do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy went very still.<\/p>\n
Sandra\u2019s voice dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou found the key.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me you didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled again.<\/p>\n
But this time the emotion was different.<\/p>\n
Not grief.<\/p>\n
Betrayal.<\/p>\n
\u201cRoy.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward the door.<\/p>\n
Officer Bennett stood.<\/p>\n
Not threatening.<\/p>\n
Just ready.<\/p>\n
Sandra whispered, \u201cWhat was in the box?\u201d<\/p>\n
And the answer was written all over Roy\u2019s face before he said a single word.<\/p>\n
Sandra\u2019s envelope lay on the floor between her chair and mine. For several seconds, she simply stared at it. Mr. Katz waited. Roy did not. \u201cThis is coercion.\u201d The lawyer … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":11187,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11194","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-feel-one-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11194","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=11194"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11194\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11242,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11194\/revisions\/11242"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/11187"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11194"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11194"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11194"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}