My son was the first to reject it.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody had accused anyone of anything yet.<\/p>\n
Still, he said it.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
His wife moved closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know what the specimen was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know what everyone is thinking.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did too.<\/p>\n
That did not mean we were right.<\/p>\n
Carol kept staring at the cooler.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna asked about biological truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat could mean cancer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe already knew she had cancer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGenetics.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
My son looked at me.<\/p>\n
I wanted to tell him not to worry.<\/p>\n
That would have been another protective lie.<\/p>\n
So I said, \u201cWe find the record.\u201d<\/p>\n
The detective agreed.<\/p>\n
The hospital label contained a specimen number.<\/p>\n
St. Catherine still existed.<\/p>\n
A warrant could obtain archived records.<\/p>\n
But warrants took time.<\/p>\n
Edward pointed out another route.<\/p>\n
I had been Anna\u2019s husband.<\/p>\n
My son was her legal heir.<\/p>\n
Some records might be obtainable through estate authorization, though privacy rules would complicate access.<\/p>\n
The detective made calls.<\/p>\n
The specimen number accelerated everything.<\/p>\n
Hospital administration confirmed the archived laboratory entry existed.<\/p>\n
Details required legal approval.<\/p>\n
At 7:18 p.m., while police continued processing the mill, we returned to St. Catherine.<\/p>\n
The same hospital where Eleanor had died that morning.<\/p>\n
That coincidence felt cruel.<\/p>\n
Carol sat separately in the waiting area.<\/p>\n
My son\u2019s wife stayed beside him.<\/p>\n
He had stopped speaking.<\/p>\n
The hospital\u2019s records director arrived with legal counsel.<\/p>\n
The detective joined by phone.<\/p>\n
After reviewing the court order connected to the financial investigation, they released limited information.<\/p>\n
The specimen was not oncology tissue.<\/p>\n
Not blood.<\/p>\n
Not biopsy material.<\/p>\n
It was a buccal swab.<\/p>\n
Cheek cells.<\/p>\n
Collected for DNA analysis.<\/p>\n
My son stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose?\u201d<\/p>\n
The records director checked.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna Turner.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would Mom have a DNA test?\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere were two samples.\u201d<\/p>\n
The second belonged to a male.<\/p>\n
Name redacted in the archived system because the test had been ordered privately.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of test?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKinship analysis.\u201d<\/p>\n
My son stopped moving.<\/p>\n
His wife reached for his hand.<\/p>\n
He pulled away.<\/p>\n
Not angrily.<\/p>\n
Instinctively.<\/p>\n
As if touch would make the possibility real.<\/p>\n
I asked, \u201cParentage?\u201d<\/p>\n
The records director nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room disappeared around me for a moment.<\/p>\n
My son looked at me.<\/p>\n
Twenty-seven years.<\/p>\n
First steps.<\/p>\n
Broken arm.<\/p>\n
Baseball games.<\/p>\n
Funeral.<\/p>\n
Graduation.<\/p>\n
Wedding.<\/p>\n
One laboratory record suddenly tried to place an asterisk beside all of it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho was the other sample?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t have that name in the accessible index.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you have the result?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe result file is missing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol made a sound behind us.<\/p>\n
My son turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew Anna had a test.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNear the end.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she tell you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlmost nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
He walked toward her.<\/p>\n
His wife followed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she tell you Dad wasn\u2019t my father?\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she tell you someone else was?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol looked at me before answering.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe asked whether Daniel\u2019s love for you depended on biology.\u201d<\/p>\n
My son\u2019s face collapsed.<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat question doesn\u2019t prove anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would she ask it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know exactly why.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I know what it makes us fear.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are my son.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not what the test asks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t care what the test asks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI do.\u201d<\/p>\n
That silenced me.<\/p>\n
He had the right.<\/p>\n
Again, love did not give me permission to decide which truths he could bear.<\/p>\n
The records director explained that the original result had been released physically, not electronically.<\/p>\n
Collected by an authorized representative.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
She searched.<\/p>\n
Initials only.<\/p>\n
M.P.<\/p>\n
Malcolm Price.<\/p>\n
My son laughed.<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy was he authorized?\u201d<\/p>\n
A scanned form existed.<\/p>\n
Anna\u2019s signature.<\/p>\n
We all stared.<\/p>\n
The detective asked whether it appeared genuine.<\/p>\n
No immediate way to tell.<\/p>\n
Carol said Malcolm had countless samples of Anna\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
My son asked whether the specimen itself remained.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReleased with the file.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo Malcolm?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The cooler at the mill.<\/p>\n
That was what it had carried.<\/p>\n
DNA samples and results.<\/p>\n
Malcolm possessed biological evidence involving Anna and an unknown man.<\/p>\n
The bride asked, \u201cCould he alter the result?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot the original lab record,\u201d the director said. \u201cBut the result page is no longer here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs there backup data?\u201d<\/p>\n
Possibly.<\/p>\n
Old laboratory systems had been migrated twice.<\/p>\n
The raw report might survive in archived storage.<\/p>\n
Retrieval would take time.<\/p>\n
The detective requested preservation immediately.<\/p>\n
My son walked toward the window.<\/p>\n
I followed but stopped several feet behind him.<\/p>\n
He looked at our reflections.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Mom ever cheat on you?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question hurt.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never knew her to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I forced myself to say it clearly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI do not believe your mother had an affair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one knows everything another person did.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if you\u2019re not my father?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBiologically.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned.<\/p>\n
That answer hurt him.<\/p>\n
But it was true.<\/p>\n
\u201cI could test now,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cImmediately.\u201d<\/p>\n
He studied my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if it says no?\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I will be the man who changed your diapers, taught you to drive badly, sat beside your hospital bed when you broke your arm, argued with you about college, buried your mother beside you, and stood at your wedding yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn\u2019t what I asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf the result says no, I will still be your father. But if you need to know who your biological father is, I will help you find him.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked away.<\/p>\n
For the first time since the wedding, he hugged me.<\/p>\n
Not long.<\/p>\n
Not dramatically.<\/p>\n
Then he stepped back.<\/p>\n
His wife wiped her face.<\/p>\n
Carol did not.<\/p>\n
She looked terrified.<\/p>\n
The detective noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you afraid of now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
He waited.<\/p>\n
She broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cMalcolm once told me Daniel wasn\u2019t the only man Anna had protected.\u201d<\/p>\n
My son stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter she died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said Anna went to her grave protecting two fathers.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo fathers?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe never explained.\u201d<\/p>\n
My son\u2019s wife asked, \u201cCould he mean Daniel and someone else?\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cOr Daniel and Anna\u2019s father. I didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Edward, who had joined us from the mill, stood near the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna\u2019s father died before her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he die from?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHeart attack.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty-nine years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Two years before my son was born.<\/p>\n
Edward frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat may matter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Anna\u2019s family trust records contain sealed adoption documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Edward explained that while reviewing the foundation paperwork earlier, he noticed an old sealed file referenced under Anna\u2019s father\u2019s estate.<\/p>\n
He assumed it involved a charitable beneficiary.<\/p>\n
Now he was not sure.<\/p>\n
My son stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cAdoption of whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
The file identifier contained only initials.<\/p>\n
A.T.<\/p>\n
Anna Turner.<\/p>\n
Or Anna\u2019s maiden surname beginning with the same letter?<\/p>\n
Edward could not tell.<\/p>\n
The records were sealed.<\/p>\n
My son rubbed his forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo now Mom might have been adopted?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
That changed the meaning of kinship analysis.<\/p>\n
Maybe Anna was not testing my son\u2019s paternity.<\/p>\n
Maybe she was investigating her own family.<\/p>\n
The bride immediately saw it.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe male sample could have belonged to someone she thought was related to her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My son exhaled.<\/p>\n
Not relief exactly.<\/p>\n
A wider uncertainty.<\/p>\n
The detective received a call.<\/p>\n
The mill search team had found another hidden compartment.<\/p>\n
Inside: medical correspondence.<\/p>\n
One envelope addressed to Anna.<\/p>\n
Never opened.<\/p>\n
Postmarked two weeks before her death.<\/p>\n
The return address belonged to a private genetics laboratory.<\/p>\n
My son asked them to open it under the warrant.<\/p>\n
The detective hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then authorized evidence processing.<\/p>\n
Photographs first.<\/p>\n
The officer on site read the contents over the phone.<\/p>\n
The letter referenced an earlier kinship test performed at St. Catherine.<\/p>\n
It said the test result had been inconclusive because the submitted male sample was degraded.<\/p>\n
Anna had requested a second comparison.<\/p>\n
This time with another male.<\/p>\n
My son whispered, \u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer continued.<\/p>\n
The second test was never completed.<\/p>\n
The laboratory had been waiting for a sample from the named individual.<\/p>\n
The detective asked for the name.<\/p>\n
Paper rustled through the phone.<\/p>\n
Then silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cRead it.\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer did.<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert Voss.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol gripped the chair.<\/p>\n
My son stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert?\u201d<\/p>\n
Edward looked stunned.<\/p>\n
Robert had helped Anna investigate Malcolm.<\/p>\n
Robert had carried the ledger.<\/p>\n
Robert had died months after her.<\/p>\n
And Anna had been trying to compare her DNA with his.<\/p>\n
My son asked, \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
No one answered.<\/p>\n
Then Carol whispered, \u201cTwo fathers.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
She stood slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cMalcolm said Anna died protecting two fathers.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face changed as pieces connected.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe he wasn\u2019t talking about Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna\u2019s father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Robert?\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol nodded.<\/p>\n
My son looked between us.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think Robert might have been Mom\u2019s biological father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
The bride said, \u201cThat would explain Anna testing herself.\u201d<\/p>\n
Yes.<\/p>\n
But it created another question.<\/p>\n
Why would Malcolm care?<\/p>\n
Why steal the sample?<\/p>\n
Why use it as leverage?<\/p>\n
Edward answered before I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause if Robert was Anna\u2019s biological father, inheritance changes.\u201d<\/p>\n
We all looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert\u2019s estate?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPotentially.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol did.<\/p>\n
Her voice was barely audible.<\/p>\n
\u201cNorth Harbor.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert had owned the warehouse property.<\/p>\n
Other land too.<\/p>\n
And possibly assets Eleanor never knew about.<\/p>\n
If Anna was Robert\u2019s biological daughter, then after Anna died, her son might have inherited rights in Robert\u2019s estate.<\/p>\n
My son.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
Malcolm\u2019s financial crimes had crossed not one inheritance, but two.<\/p>\n
The detective\u2019s phone buzzed.<\/p>\n
Another update from the mill.<\/p>\n
Officers had found a document behind the medical correspondence.<\/p>\n
A draft will.<\/p>\n
Robert Voss.<\/p>\n
Unsigned.<\/p>\n
One paragraph identified Anna by name.<\/p>\n
Not as a friend.<\/p>\n
Not as a client.<\/p>\n
As:<\/p>\n
MY BIOLOGICAL DAUGHTER, ANNA.<\/p>\n
My son sat down.<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
The officer continued reading.<\/p>\n
Robert wrote that Anna had not known the truth until shortly before her death.<\/p>\n
He intended to acknowledge her publicly once DNA confirmation arrived.<\/p>\n
It never did.<\/p>\n
Then came the final clause.<\/p>\n
If Anna predeceased him, everything he owned outside Eleanor\u2019s marital share would pass to Anna\u2019s only child.<\/p>\n
My son.<\/p>\n
Edward closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is why Malcolm took the DNA result.\u201d<\/p>\n
My son looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause if Mom proved Robert was her father\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou could have inherited Robert\u2019s assets.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
Edward looked toward Carol.<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
The detective checked property records.<\/p>\n
North Harbor land.<\/p>\n
Investment accounts.<\/p>\n
Insurance.<\/p>\n
The old mill interests.<\/p>\n
At least several million dollars at the time of Robert\u2019s death.<\/p>\n
Possibly more.<\/p>\n
My son laughed without humor.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Malcolm didn\u2019t just steal Mom\u2019s trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe needed to erase proof that Mom was Robert\u2019s daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then Robert died before he could sign the will.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The bride looked at Carol.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to Robert\u2019s actual estate?\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol\u2019s expression told us before she answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cEleanor inherited it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd after Eleanor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMalcolm.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room became silent.<\/p>\n
Eleanor had died that morning.<\/p>\n
If her will left everything to Malcolm, then the man who had spent eleven years suppressing Anna\u2019s parentage might now control Robert\u2019s remaining fortune.<\/p>\n
The detective immediately called the probate court to prevent transfers.<\/p>\n
My son stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need the DNA evidence.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Edward said.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf the old result is gone?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen other evidence may establish paternity.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert is dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo is Anna.\u201d<\/p>\n
The bride looked toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cExhumation.\u201d<\/p>\n
My son closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
His mother\u2019s grave.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
But now we understood why Malcolm had opened it.<\/p>\n
Not only to recover financial records.<\/p>\n
Anna\u2019s remains themselves could prove a relationship he needed erased.<\/p>\n
My son looked at the detective.<\/p>\n
\u201cMalcolm knew her DNA could still be tested.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd he opened the coffin three years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
The detective\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My son asked the question none of us wanted answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly did he do to my mother\u2019s body?\u201d<\/p>\n
No one knew.<\/p>\n
Then the detective received another call from the cemetery.<\/p>\n
The emergency exhumation order had finally been approved.<\/p>\n
Workers had begun preparing the site under police supervision.<\/p>\n
But when they inspected the burial vault more closely, they found something wrong.<\/p>\n
The identification plate on the vault did not match the cemetery\u2019s original installation record.<\/p>\n
My son went pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
The detective listened.<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
Then he lowered the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means the vault currently under your mother\u2019s headstone may not be the one she was buried in.\u201d<\/p>\n
My son stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
I gripped the edge of the table.<\/p>\n
The detective continued carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey won\u2019t know until they open it.\u201d<\/p>\n
My son whispered, \u201cAre you saying Mom might not be there?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody answered.<\/p>\n
Because after eleven years of forged signatures, substituted records, stolen evidence, false accounts, hidden tapes, and manipulated identities, we had finally reached the one thing I had never imagined Malcolm could replace.<\/p>\n
Anna\u2019s grave itself.<\/p>\n
My son was the first to reject it. \u201cNo.\u201d Nobody had accused anyone of anything yet. Still, he said it. \u201cNo.\u201d His wife moved closer. \u201cWe don\u2019t know what the … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":13229,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13245","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\/13245","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=13245"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13245\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13292,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13245\/revisions\/13292"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/13229"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13245"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13245"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13245"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}