Robert Sterling met us at the Fairmont\u2019s employee entrance.<\/p>\n
I had changed my mind twice during the drive about whether bringing Brenda and Tommy was wise.<\/p>\n
In the end, secrecy had caused enough damage.<\/p>\n
They came.<\/p>\n
David was already there.<\/p>\n
He stood beside Robert with his arms crossed.<\/p>\n
When he saw the three of us walking together, his expression became almost comical.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you like to explain why your high-school reunion has apparently become a criminal investigation?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExcellent.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at Brenda.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Vance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then Tommy.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you are?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTommy Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
David\u2019s eyes widened slightly.<\/p>\n
He knew the name.<\/p>\n
Not because of the old scandal.<\/p>\n
Because of prom.<\/p>\n
Arthur had apparently passed down more family history than I realized.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tommy smiled awkwardly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat reaction seems deserved.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert led us downstairs.<\/p>\n
The hotel\u2019s archival storage occupied several rooms beneath the administrative offices.<\/p>\n
Most guests would never imagine the space existed.<\/p>\n
Old contracts.<\/p>\n
Renovation plans.<\/p>\n
Insurance files.<\/p>\n
Property records.<\/p>\n
Boxes accumulated by decades of managers who feared throwing away the one document somebody might later need.<\/p>\n
A police officer stood near the door.<\/p>\n
Robert explained.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe lock wasn\u2019t forced.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho has keys?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cManagement, security, facilities.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many people?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cToo many.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCameras?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn the corridor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe person wore a maintenance uniform and cap.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFace?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMostly hidden.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat time?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo thirteen this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid they know where they were going?\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cStraight here.\u201d<\/p>\n
That bothered me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat boxes were opened?\u201d<\/p>\n
He pointed.<\/p>\n
Six cartons sat on a table.<\/p>\n
Each carried handwritten labels.<\/p>\n
GRAND OAK PROPERTY.<\/p>\n
1962\u20131968.<\/p>\n
ORIGINAL DEVELOPMENT.<\/p>\n
RENOVATION \/ OWNERSHIP TRANSFER.<\/p>\n
Tommy whispered, \u201cThey knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
David turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cKnew what?\u201d<\/p>\n
I handed him my mother\u2019s letter.<\/p>\n
Not the entire archive.<\/p>\n
Just the letter.<\/p>\n
He read.<\/p>\n
His expression changed several times.<\/p>\n
When he finished, he looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandpa?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did you never tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI learned today.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward Brenda.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father?\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
David returned the letter.<\/p>\n
Then he hugged me.<\/p>\n
No warning.<\/p>\n
I stiffened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople are watching.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t care.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur had been like that too.<\/p>\n
He released me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow explain the break-in.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert opened one box.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhoever entered searched these thoroughly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything missing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne file.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInventory sheet.\u201d<\/p>\n
He handed it to me.<\/p>\n
Item 14.<\/p>\n
LAND OPTION AGREEMENT \u2014 OAKRIDGE DEVELOPMENT HOLDINGS \u2014 1962.<\/p>\n
\u201cMissing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was in it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUnknown. The file predates our electronic indexing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brenda leaned over my shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cOakridge Development Holdings.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father\u2019s group,\u201d Tommy said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
David asked, \u201cWhy would anyone care now?\u201d<\/p>\n
That was the correct question.<\/p>\n
The original people were dead.<\/p>\n
Harold.<\/p>\n
Leonard.<\/p>\n
My parents.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Vance.<\/p>\n
Walter Dorsey.<\/p>\n
If someone living wanted the records hidden, there had to be a present consequence.<\/p>\n
\u201cOwnership,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Robert looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLand.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pointed to the missing file.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot the old financial crime. The property.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tommy understood first.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe hotel site.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Fairmont owns the site.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCorrect.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho sold it originally?\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert looked toward the boxes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
We searched.<\/p>\n
The hotel had changed ownership repeatedly.<\/p>\n
Grand Oak became Oakridge Regency.<\/p>\n
Oakridge Regency entered receivership.<\/p>\n
A regional hospitality group acquired it.<\/p>\n
Eventually Fairmont Plaza Holdings purchased and redeveloped the property.<\/p>\n
But underneath every transfer sat the original land.<\/p>\n
The 1962 option agreement.<\/p>\n
Missing.<\/p>\n
Robert contacted the hotel\u2019s legal department.<\/p>\n
An attorney joined us by video call.<\/p>\n
Her name was Melissa Grant.<\/p>\n
She listened.<\/p>\n
Then asked, \u201cDo you have reason to believe the original acquisition was fraudulent?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have reason to ask,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s different.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She seemed relieved by the distinction.<\/p>\n
\u201cCurrent title has survived multiple transactions. Even if something irregular occurred in 1962, present ownership is unlikely to collapse simply because an old option agreement is missing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why steal it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Melissa paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood question.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brenda had been examining another box.<\/p>\n
She pulled out a folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere.\u201d<\/p>\n
A corporate registration.<\/p>\n
Oakridge Development Holdings.<\/p>\n
Original shareholders.<\/p>\n
Harold Vance.<\/p>\n
Leonard Mercer.<\/p>\n
Samuel Dorsey.<\/p>\n
And a fourth name.<\/p>\n
Margaret Higgins.<\/p>\n
My mother.<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
David took the paper.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandma owned part of the development company?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe never said.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tommy examined the signature.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould it be forged?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew my mother\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
The signature looked close.<\/p>\n
But close was not proof.<\/p>\n
Brenda whispered, \u201cWhy would my father make Margaret a shareholder?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the date.<\/p>\n
Two months after my father died.<\/p>\n
Not before.<\/p>\n
After.<\/p>\n
The room went quiet.<\/p>\n
Tommy said, \u201cPayment.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSilence.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMartha\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother would not accept hush money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know what she knew then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know her.\u201d<\/p>\n
David touched my shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
The same reflex I had criticized in Brenda.<\/p>\n
Protect the parent.<\/p>\n
Reject the ugly possibility before examining it.<\/p>\n
I sat back.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tommy looked surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe might have.\u201d<\/p>\n
Saying it hurt.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut we verify.\u201d<\/p>\n
Melissa asked to see the document.<\/p>\n
Robert scanned it.<\/p>\n
Several minutes later, she said, \u201cThis is not actually a share certificate.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAn assignment of beneficial interest.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn English.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone transferred an economic interest to Margaret Higgins without necessarily giving her management rights.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTen percent.\u201d<\/p>\n
David whistled softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Melissa searched later records.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently transferred again in 1971.\u201d<\/p>\n
Prom year.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
She enlarged the scan.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Caldwell Community Trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was no Caldwell in my life in 1971.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur and I had not married yet.<\/p>\n
I had not even met him.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould there be another Caldwell?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cObviously.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tommy leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWait.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pointed to the trustee signature.<\/p>\n
A. Caldwell.<\/p>\n
My pulse stumbled.<\/p>\n
Arthur.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
David stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did you meet Dad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c1974.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
I glared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, David, I remember meeting my husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brenda was studying me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Arthur do before heating and air-conditioning?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApprenticeship. Mechanical work.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew.<\/p>\n
I suddenly did not want to say it.<\/p>\n
David answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cFairmont.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me once. Before it was Fairmont. He did maintenance work at the Grand Oak when he was young.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at my son.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father never told me that.\u201d<\/p>\n
David looked uncomfortable.<\/p>\n
\u201cI assumed you knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course he did.<\/p>\n
Another silence disguised as protection.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEarly seventies.\u201d<\/p>\n
The transfer.<\/p>\n
1971.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow old was Arthur?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty-three.\u201d<\/p>\n
Too young to run a trust.<\/p>\n
Unless the trust was something else.<\/p>\n
Melissa continued searching.<\/p>\n
\u201cI found the entity.\u201d<\/p>\n
We waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cCaldwell Community Trust was created in 1971.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur James Caldwell.\u201d<\/p>\n
My husband.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Margaret Higgins.\u201d<\/p>\n
I could not speak.<\/p>\n
My mother and Arthur had known each other three years before he supposedly met me.<\/p>\n
David looked equally stunned.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad knew Grandma?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tommy whispered, \u201cThat changes things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
It changed everything.<\/p>\n
\u201cPurpose of the trust?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Melissa read.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo preserve and administer property interests for the benefit of designated heirs and community beneficiaries.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho were the beneficiaries?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe filing doesn\u2019t list them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan we obtain the trust instrument?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly through county records, unless it remained private.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert searched another carton.<\/p>\n
\u201cWould this help?\u201d<\/p>\n
He lifted a folder.<\/p>\n
CALDWELL TRUST \u2014 CORRESPONDENCE.<\/p>\n
The intruder had opened the box but apparently missed it.<\/p>\n
Inside were letters between Arthur and the Grand Oak\u2019s attorney.<\/p>\n
My hands shook as I opened the first.<\/p>\n
1972.<\/p>\n
Arthur was twenty-four.<\/p>\n
The letter thanked him for maintaining confidentiality regarding Margaret Higgins\u2019s beneficial interest.<\/p>\n
Another referred to \u201cfuture transfer upon Martha Higgins reaching age twenty-five.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
Me.<\/p>\n
The trust was for me.<\/p>\n
David read over my shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI see it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned to the next page.<\/p>\n
The interest had generated small annual payments.<\/p>\n
Where had the money gone?<\/p>\n
My mother never had money.<\/p>\n
We struggled.<\/p>\n
She worked two jobs.<\/p>\n
If she owned ten percent of a hotel development, why had we lived that way?<\/p>\n
The answer appeared three letters later.<\/p>\n
Margaret refused distributions.<\/p>\n
Instead, she directed every payment into a restricted account.<\/p>\n
Purpose:<\/p>\n
Education and future security of Martha Higgins.<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
Community college.<\/p>\n
My tuition.<\/p>\n
I had believed my mother paid for it through savings.<\/p>\n
Maybe she had.<\/p>\n
Maybe not all of it.<\/p>\n
Then another letter.<\/p>\n
1974.<\/p>\n
Arthur informed the attorney that Martha Higgins had declined a scholarship from an unnamed private trust because she did not want \u201ccharity connected to men she does not know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered.<\/p>\n
A scholarship offer had arrived during my second year.<\/p>\n
I refused it.<\/p>\n
I thought it was a church fund.<\/p>\n
Arthur had known.<\/p>\n
Before we met?<\/p>\n
I looked at the date.<\/p>\n
Three weeks before our first date.<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur approached me because of the trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
David shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s warning echoed.<\/p>\n
Do not turn suspicion into certainty because certainty feels easier.<\/p>\n
I breathed.<\/p>\n
Facts first.<\/p>\n
Arthur knew my mother.<\/p>\n
Arthur administered a trust connected to my father\u2019s death.<\/p>\n
Arthur met me later.<\/p>\n
Those were facts.<\/p>\n
Why remained unknown.<\/p>\n
Brenda found another letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cMartha.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice was strange.<\/p>\n
She handed it to me.<\/p>\n
It was from my mother to Arthur.<\/p>\n
April 1974.<\/p>\n
Arthur,<\/p>\n
She must never believe you are speaking to her because of Edward or the trust. If you care for her, then tell her the truth before that care becomes something she cannot easily walk away from.<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
I read the next line.<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s handwritten reply appeared beneath it.<\/p>\n
I will tell her.<\/p>\n
He never had.<\/p>\n
Forty-one years of marriage.<\/p>\n
He never told me.<\/p>\n
The betrayal was quiet.<\/p>\n
That made it worse.<\/p>\n
David touched my arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pulled away.<\/p>\n
Not angrily.<\/p>\n
I simply needed space.<\/p>\n
Arthur had known.<\/p>\n
My mother had told him to tell me.<\/p>\n
He promised.<\/p>\n
Then he married me carrying the secret.<\/p>\n
I walked out of the archive room.<\/p>\n
The ballroom corridor was empty.<\/p>\n
I stood beneath the lights trying to reconcile two Arthurs.<\/p>\n
The man who never lied casually.<\/p>\n
The man who had concealed the foundation beneath our entire marriage.<\/p>\n
David followed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad loved you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat part isn\u2019t questionable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen whatever this is\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not explain your father to me before we know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI spent today criticizing everyone else for protecting dead parents.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will not do it now.\u201d<\/p>\n
My voice trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I will not condemn him without evidence either.\u201d<\/p>\n
David leaned against the wall.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do we do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe find the trust documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert appeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cMartha.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey found something on the security footage.\u201d<\/p>\n
We returned to his office.<\/p>\n
The maintenance uniform disguised the intruder\u2019s body well.<\/p>\n
But after leaving the records room, the person passed beneath another camera.<\/p>\n
For less than two seconds, the face became visible.<\/p>\n
Robert froze the image.<\/p>\n
An older man.<\/p>\n
Late sixties, perhaps early seventies.<\/p>\n
I did not recognize him.<\/p>\n
Brenda did.<\/p>\n
She stood so abruptly that her chair rolled backward.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is he?\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s my brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had forgotten Brenda had a brother.<\/p>\n
He was several years younger.<\/p>\n
Away at boarding school during much of our high-school years.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s his name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tommy swore quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard Vance.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brenda nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would he break into the Fairmont?\u201d<\/p>\n
She did not answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cBrenda.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face had gone white.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Daddy left him the family business records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat business?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVance Property Group.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes it still exist?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho runs it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert asked, \u201cDoes the company have any current connection to this hotel?\u201d<\/p>\n
Brenda looked at the missing land-option entry.<\/p>\n
Then at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Vance company still owns the parking structure next door.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat structure is under a long-term ground lease.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Brenda swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom a trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
No one spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat trust?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked directly at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Caldwell Community Trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
My husband\u2019s trust.<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s interest.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s evidence.<\/p>\n
And suddenly there was a living person with a financial reason to care very much about what those old documents proved.<\/p>\n
Robert Sterling met us at the Fairmont\u2019s employee entrance. I had changed my mind twice during the drive about whether bringing Brenda and Tommy was wise. In the end, secrecy … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":12995,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13007","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\/13007","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=13007"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13007\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13047,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13007\/revisions\/13047"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/12995"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13007"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13007"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13007"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}