We did not fly.<\/p>\n
Too traceable.<\/p>\n
Too easy for compromised systems to monitor.<\/p>\n
Instead, Hale arranged two vehicles through a local marshal he trusted independently of Arcwell.<\/p>\n
Ruth came.<\/p>\n
Lillian did not.<\/p>\n
Neither did Marion.<\/p>\n
Caroline stayed behind to help investigators dismantle what remained of Arcwell\u2019s compromised structures.<\/p>\n
Charles remained in custody.<\/p>\n
Elias too.<\/p>\n
Harold had been transferred again under publicly documented guard, every movement witnessed by multiple agencies.<\/p>\n
For once, I could travel without wondering whether half the convoy secretly belonged to the enemy.<\/p>\n
That should have felt reassuring.<\/p>\n
It did not.<\/p>\n
Miriam was somewhere ahead of us.<\/p>\n
My mother might be at the end.<\/p>\n
And I no longer knew whether finding her was what she wanted.<\/p>\n
During the drive, Ruth said very little.<\/p>\n
I finally asked:<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did you last see her?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked out the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cThree years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hands tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThree years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou saw my mother three years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSt. Agnes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you never told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe asked me not to.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed once.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCelia.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou all keep hiding behind requests from people who disappear.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe believed contact would endanger you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was already endangered.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot the way you would have been.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe watched Vaughn get closer to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe did not know the full extent.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew enough to send birthday cards.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she know about Emmett?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJune?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she see pictures?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho showed her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMe.\u201d<\/p>\n
That hurt in an unexpected way.<\/p>\n
My mother had watched my children grow through photographs while I stood at her grave.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she ever ask to meet them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvery time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut she didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth answered quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she thought one sight of you would make her stop being careful.\u201d<\/p>\n
The honesty disarmed me.<\/p>\n
Not enough.<\/p>\n
But some.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to her after the fake death?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire and Miriam moved her to a private facility.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe woke?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo days.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she ask for me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cImmediately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wanted to go back.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo why didn\u2019t she?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHarold\u2019s people were watching the funeral home. Gerald had men near your apartment. Elias was asking questions about hospital transfers.\u201d<\/p>\n
The fake death had become strategically useful before my mother fully understood the cost.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe agreed to disappear.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor how long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOriginally three months.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Three months became years.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat changed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe discovered Thomas\u2019s surviving evidence was broader than she knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo she kept investigating.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInstead of coming home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Ruth.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas it worth it?\u201d<\/p>\n
She did not defend Evelyn.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Good.<\/p>\n
No one should know.<\/p>\n
St. Agnes House stood above a tidal river beneath a sky the color of pewter.<\/p>\n
Old stone buildings.<\/p>\n
A chapel without a bell.<\/p>\n
Tall grass moving in sea wind.<\/p>\n
The place looked peaceful in the way hidden things sometimes do.<\/p>\n
Hale\u2019s team secured the perimeter quietly.<\/p>\n
No signs of Miriam.<\/p>\n
One vehicle parked behind the main residence.<\/p>\n
Registered to Eva Hart.<\/p>\n
My heartbeat accelerated.<\/p>\n
We approached.<\/p>\n
Ruth knocked.<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
Then footsteps.<\/p>\n
Slow.<\/p>\n
A woman opened the door.<\/p>\n
Late sixties.<\/p>\n
Short white hair.<\/p>\n
Thin face.<\/p>\n
Brown eyes.<\/p>\n
Not my mother.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
The woman stared back.<\/p>\n
\u201cCelia?\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at Ruth.<\/p>\n
Ruth looked equally confused.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is Evelyn?\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am Evelyn.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped backward.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCelia\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
This woman did not resemble my mother.<\/p>\n
Not aged.<\/p>\n
Not changed by illness.<\/p>\n
Not surgery.<\/p>\n
Different bone structure.<\/p>\n
Different eyes.<\/p>\n
Different voice.<\/p>\n
I turned to Hale.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis isn\u2019t her.\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman looked devastated.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou just said\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy name is Evelyn Marsh now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everything clicked.<\/p>\n
Continuity file.<\/p>\n
Active identity.<\/p>\n
Someone was using it.<\/p>\n
Not my mother.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho were you?\u201d<\/p>\n
She hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cAngela Pike.\u201d<\/p>\n
The name hit hard.<\/p>\n
One of the red-marked women from the warehouse.<\/p>\n
Supposed accidental overdose.<\/p>\n
Harold\u2019s legal assistant.<\/p>\n
Dead nine years.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
She invited us inside.<\/p>\n
I did not move.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is my mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
Angela looked toward the river.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth stepped forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou met her here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth looked at me.<\/p>\n
That part was true.<\/p>\n
Angela explained.<\/p>\n
After my mother\u2019s false death, Evelyn cycled through several temporary identities.<\/p>\n
None stable.<\/p>\n
Halcyon was searching too aggressively.<\/p>\n
Eventually she created a plan.<\/p>\n
Instead of preserving one hidden identity for herself, she kept the Evelyn Marsh continuity file alive as a decoy.<\/p>\n
Whenever Halcyon searched databases, Evelyn appeared active somewhere else.<\/p>\n
Lease.<\/p>\n
Utility bill.<\/p>\n
Medical appointment.<\/p>\n
Tax filing.<\/p>\n
Different people occasionally used the identity.<\/p>\n
All women already living under protection.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe turned her own name into camouflage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The audacity sounded exactly like my mother.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo the RICE payments maintained a decoy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVaughn didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe thought he was keeping her alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was keeping the trail alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat.<\/p>\n
The eighteen thousand seven hundred dollars stolen from Emmett and June had not funded my mother\u2019s survival.<\/p>\n
It funded a ghost.<\/p>\n
A trail designed to make hunters chase the wrong woman.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid my mother know Vaughn paid?\u201d<\/p>\n
Angela shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe had shut down the file.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe note said don\u2019t pay RICE again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why was it reopened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gerald.<\/p>\n
Probably.<\/p>\n
Maybe to track whoever responded.<\/p>\n
Maybe to see whether Vaughn would obey.<\/p>\n
Always layers.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did you last see my mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
Angela answered:<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth looked startled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou saw her after I did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
Angela hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe made me promise.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
Everyone flinched.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo more promises.\u201d<\/p>\n
Angela nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cFair.\u201d<\/p>\n
She went to a cabinet and removed a paper map.<\/p>\n
No electronics.<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s style.<\/p>\n
A small island off the Maine coast.<\/p>\n
Private.<\/p>\n
Accessible only by boat during part of the year.<\/p>\n
\u201cHer name there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMay Ellis.\u201d<\/p>\n
I froze.<\/p>\n
\u201cEllis?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would she use Vaughn\u2019s surname?\u201d<\/p>\n
Angela looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot Vaughn\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cLillian?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnother Ellis.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many Ellis families are in this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Angela sat opposite me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMore than you think.\u201d<\/p>\n
She explained that Ellis was not Vaughn\u2019s biological surname.<\/p>\n
Vaughn\u2019s birth certificate had been altered after Lillian entered Gerald\u2019s orbit.<\/p>\n
His biological father was not named Ellis.<\/p>\n
Lillian chose Ellis from an early protected identity family.<\/p>\n
My mother later used May Ellis because it connected to an old route Thomas trusted.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho was Vaughn\u2019s father?\u201d<\/p>\n
Angela looked toward Ruth.<\/p>\n
Ruth closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cJonah Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room became silent.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jonah Mercer.<\/p>\n
Halcyon founder.<\/p>\n
The blue bird.<\/p>\n
Rachel Mercer\u2019s family.<\/p>\n
Daniel.<\/p>\n
Julian.<\/p>\n
\u201cVaughn is Jonah\u2019s son?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lillian and Jonah had a relationship before Vaughn was born.<\/p>\n
Jonah was already married but separated informally.<\/p>\n
Lillian worked in insurance processing.<\/p>\n
They became close.<\/p>\n
When Vaughn was born, Elias considered Jonah\u2019s child valuable leverage.<\/p>\n
Lillian changed the surname.<\/p>\n
Later Gerald took control after Jonah died.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Vaughn know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClara?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jonah\u2019s family believed his only children were from his marriage.<\/p>\n
Vaughn had grown up not knowing he was connected by blood to the Mercer line.<\/p>\n
Rachel Mercer, Vaughn\u2019s first wife\u2014<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cRachel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey were related.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDistantly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow distantly?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJonah was Rachel\u2019s uncle.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
Vaughn unknowingly married his cousin.<\/p>\n
Not close enough to make the relationship illegal in many places perhaps, but close enough to reveal how thoroughly Halcyon had erased families from themselves.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Gerald know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he allow that marriage?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo consolidate access to Jonah\u2019s surviving records.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everything was manipulation.<\/p>\n
Even bloodlines.<\/p>\n
I needed air.<\/p>\n
I walked outside.<\/p>\n
The river moved inward with the tide, seeming to flow backward.<\/p>\n
The clue.<\/p>\n
River runs backward.<\/p>\n
Bell never rings.<\/p>\n
This location was not my mother.<\/p>\n
It was a signal that her false name had moved through here.<\/p>\n
Hale joined me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can go to the island.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTonight if weather holds.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWill Miriam know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLikely.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou want her there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she took the envelope meant for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m done chasing her.\u201d<\/p>\n
If Miriam wanted something at the end of this path, she could meet me there.<\/p>\n
Angela came outside holding a small tin box.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvelyn left this for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou kept it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not send it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said only if Celia arrives because of the river and the bell.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another conditional inheritance.<\/p>\n
I opened the box.<\/p>\n
Inside was a photograph.<\/p>\n
My mother.<\/p>\n
Older.<\/p>\n
Thinner.<\/p>\n
But unmistakably her.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
Standing on a rocky shore.<\/p>\n
Date handwritten on the back:<\/p>\n
Twenty months ago.<\/p>\n
I touched her face.<\/p>\n
No dramatic revelation could prepare me for the simple fact of wrinkles I had never seen develop.<\/p>\n
Her hair had become silver.<\/p>\n
She was smiling.<\/p>\n
Not the strained smile from illness.<\/p>\n
A real one.<\/p>\n
That hurt.<\/p>\n
There was a letter.<\/p>\n
Celia,<\/p>\n
If you are holding this, then you found the decoy and followed it correctly.<\/p>\n
I wanted to come home more times than I can count.<\/p>\n
I stayed away first because I believed it protected you.<\/p>\n
I stayed away later because I was ashamed of how long I had already been gone.<\/p>\n
That is not nobility. It is cowardice dressed in patience.<\/p>\n
I had to stop.<\/p>\n
My mother had named it.<\/p>\n
No euphemism.<\/p>\n
No hiding.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
I have spent years collecting reasons for why I left you. None are better than the truth: I chose the work after danger became manageable enough that I might have chosen you instead.<\/p>\n
My eyes filled.<\/p>\n
That was the answer.<\/p>\n
Not only protection.<\/p>\n
She chose the mission.<\/p>\n
She knew it.<\/p>\n
At the bottom:<\/p>\n
If you still want to see me, come to Gull House.<\/p>\n
If you do not, I will understand.<\/p>\n
Do not bring forgiveness as an entry fee.<\/p>\n
I folded the letter carefully.<\/p>\n
Hale said nothing.<\/p>\n
I looked toward the island marked on Angela\u2019s map.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m going.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth asked quietly:<\/p>\n
\u201cTo forgive her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo meet the person she became.\u201d<\/p>\n
That felt true.<\/p>\n
We left before dark.<\/p>\n
A local fisherman Angela trusted took us across.<\/p>\n
No lights.<\/p>\n
Cold wind.<\/p>\n
The island rose from black water.<\/p>\n
One house stood near the western ridge.<\/p>\n
Gull House.<\/p>\n
Light in one window.<\/p>\n
We climbed the path.<\/p>\n
I could hear my heartbeat.<\/p>\n
No agents visible.<\/p>\n
Hale stayed farther back.<\/p>\n
Ruth stopped near the gate.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis part is yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
I walked alone.<\/p>\n
The door opened before I knocked.<\/p>\n
A woman stood there.<\/p>\n
My mother.<\/p>\n
Older.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
Real.<\/p>\n
For a moment neither of us moved.<\/p>\n
Then she whispered:<\/p>\n
\u201cCelia.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had imagined this moment during the entire boat ride.<\/p>\n
Anger.<\/p>\n
Questions.<\/p>\n
Maybe an embrace.<\/p>\n
Instead I heard myself say:<\/p>\n
\u201cYou missed Emmett\u2019s first day of school.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face collapsed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJune\u2019s birth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy thirty-fifth birthday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you stayed gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked straight at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
No excuse.<\/p>\n
No defense.<\/p>\n
Just the truth.<\/p>\n
I stepped inside.<\/p>\n
Before the door closed behind me, headlights appeared across the island road.<\/p>\n
A vehicle approached fast.<\/p>\n
My mother looked past me.<\/p>\n
Her face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMiriam.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe always uses headlights.\u201d<\/p>\n
That almost made me laugh.<\/p>\n
Then my mother said:<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t come to stop me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does she want?\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelyn looked toward the road.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe same thing she wanted the night your father died.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo make me choose her over the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
We did not fly. Too traceable. Too easy for compromised systems to monitor. Instead, Hale arranged two vehicles through a local marshal he trusted independently of Arcwell. Ruth came. Lillian … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":13416,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13452","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\/13452","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=13452"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13452\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13506,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13452\/revisions\/13506"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/13416"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13452"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13452"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13452"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}