The metal box arrived on a Wednesday.<\/p>\n
Claire brought it herself.<\/p>\n
She placed it on the kitchen table and stepped back.<\/p>\n
\u201cI feel like I\u2019m delivering a bomb.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmotionally, perhaps.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want company?\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cAdvice or company?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVery funny.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCompany.\u201d<\/p>\n
So she stayed.<\/p>\n
The box was small.<\/p>\n
Gray metal.<\/p>\n
Rust beginning at the corners.<\/p>\n
My name appeared on top in Harold\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
MARGARET.<\/p>\n
No instructions.<\/p>\n
No date.<\/p>\n
No dramatic warning.<\/p>\n
I found that almost suspicious.<\/p>\n
Claire said, \u201cOpen it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought company meant no advice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was not advice. That was impatience.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
The lock had already been cut by the current homeowners after discovering it behind the built-in cabinet.<\/p>\n
They stopped once they saw my name.<\/p>\n
Good people.<\/p>\n
I lifted the lid.<\/p>\n
No ledger.<\/p>\n
No cash.<\/p>\n
No account statements.<\/p>\n
Just objects.<\/p>\n
A photograph.<\/p>\n
A hotel key.<\/p>\n
A dried rose.<\/p>\n
Two ticket stubs.<\/p>\n
An old grocery receipt.<\/p>\n
A folded map.<\/p>\n
And a stack of index cards tied with string.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire picked up nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour life?\u201d<\/p>\n
Maybe.<\/p>\n
The photograph showed Harold and me in 1978.<\/p>\n
Daniel not yet born.<\/p>\n
We were standing beside a borrowed car near Sedona.<\/p>\n
My hair was long.<\/p>\n
Harold looked impossibly young.<\/p>\n
The hotel key came from the place where we spent our fifteenth anniversary.<\/p>\n
The ticket stubs were from a baseball game Harold claimed to hate and then talked about for twenty years.<\/p>\n
The grocery receipt was older than Daniel.<\/p>\n
Total: $13.84.<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
That might have been the dinner Harold later described in our recipe book.<\/p>\n
Margaret made this when we had $14 until payday.<\/p>\n
The dried rose crumbled when I touched the paper around it.<\/p>\n
Harold.<\/p>\n
Of course he had kept one too.<\/p>\n
Not from our Tucson garden.<\/p>\n
Earlier.<\/p>\n
The first rose he ever gave me, perhaps.<\/p>\n
I did not know.<\/p>\n
Then the index cards.<\/p>\n
Dozens.<\/p>\n
Each held a date.<\/p>\n
A sentence.<\/p>\n
Sometimes two.<\/p>\n
1975 \u2014 Margaret pretended not to be scared when Daniel had fever. I was terrified.<\/p>\n
1978 \u2014 She made me go back and apologize to the neighbor after I yelled about the fence. She was right.<\/p>\n
1981 \u2014 Daniel asked why his mother always knows where everything is. I told him magic. Truth: she pays attention.<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
Claire quietly stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think company may need to become privacy.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She left without another word.<\/p>\n
I sat alone.<\/p>\n
Card after card.<\/p>\n
Not financial records.<\/p>\n
Not instructions.<\/p>\n
Observations.<\/p>\n
Harold documenting me.<\/p>\n
1986 \u2014 Margaret gave her coat to a woman outside church, then denied being cold all afternoon.<\/p>\n
1990 \u2014 She and Miriam fought. M is pretending anger hurts less than grief.<\/p>\n
I froze.<\/p>\n
He knew.<\/p>\n
1991 \u2014 Miriam gone. Margaret blames herself privately and me publicly. I can handle the second. Worried about the first.<\/p>\n
Tears rose.<\/p>\n
Not because he was right.<\/p>\n
Because he had seen me.<\/p>\n
Even while failing to tell me what I needed.<\/p>\n
1994 \u2014 Margaret thinks I am too strict with Daniel. Maybe I am.<\/p>\n
1998 \u2014 She says I solve problems nobody asked me to solve. She is right. I hate that she is right.<\/p>\n
I laughed through tears.<\/p>\n
The cards moved through decades.<\/p>\n
2001 \u2014 Margaret asleep in chair at hospital with her hand on mine. I should tell her about Frank Keller. Not important.<\/p>\n
Joan\u2019s husband.<\/p>\n
Not important.<\/p>\n
Exactly.<\/p>\n
2005 \u2014 Mother says I lean on Margaret too much. Annoying because true.<\/p>\n
Eleanor.<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
2007 \u2014 Elaine died. Margaret does not know. I want to tell her. Elaine asked me not to. I do not know which obligation is greater.<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
Just uncertainty.<\/p>\n
That mattered.<\/p>\n
Harold had not always believed he knew best.<\/p>\n
Sometimes he knew he did not know.<\/p>\n
2009 \u2014 Daniel asked for money. Said something awful. Apologized. I am still angry. Need to be careful not to make money carry the anger.<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
He recognized it earlier than I thought.<\/p>\n
Then failed anyway.<\/p>\n
Human.<\/p>\n
2012 \u2014 Margaret wants to repaint kitchen yellow again. I said no. Why do I care? Let her have yellow.<\/p>\n
He never did.<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
Then cried harder.<\/p>\n
2015 \u2014 She worries about my heart. I tell her not to. Stupid thing to say. People worry because they love you.<\/p>\n
2017 \u2014 I should take her somewhere.<\/p>\n
2018 \u2014 Still haven't.<\/p>\n
2019 \u2014 Maybe Santa Fe.<\/p>\n
2020 \u2014 Not Santa Fe yet.<\/p>\n
I covered my mouth.<\/p>\n
Then the cards changed.<\/p>\n
His handwriting weaker.<\/p>\n
2021 \u2014 Doctor says heart is worse. Do not tell Margaret timeline yet. She finally seems less tired.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
The decision before it became a medical note.<\/p>\n
2021 \u2014 Daniel says tell her. He is right.<\/p>\n
Next card.<\/p>\n
2021 \u2014 Did not tell her.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
I keep waiting for a version of truth that does not hurt her. This is cowardice.<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
For months, I had wanted him to understand that.<\/p>\n
He had.<\/p>\n
He knew.<\/p>\n
Not enough to act.<\/p>\n
But knew.<\/p>\n
Another card:<\/p>\n
Margaret deserves choices more than protection. Tell her.<\/p>\n
Then another.<\/p>\n
Tomorrow.<\/p>\n
I cried.<\/p>\n
One word.<\/p>\n
Tomorrow.<\/p>\n
The family disease reduced to one word.<\/p>\n
Tomorrow.<\/p>\n
The next card came six days later.<\/p>\n
Still not.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
I am becoming the kind of man I dislike.<\/p>\n
I wiped my face.<\/p>\n
Not saint.<\/p>\n
Not villain.<\/p>\n
A man watching himself fail and still failing.<\/p>\n
There was something unbearable about that.<\/p>\n
Another:<\/p>\n
If I die before I tell her, she will think I did not trust her. Truth: I did not trust myself to watch her suffer.<\/p>\n
I leaned back.<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
The sentence Daniel had tried to explain.<\/p>\n
Harold could face pain.<\/p>\n
Not mine.<\/p>\n
Because he loved me.<\/p>\n
And because love had made him controlling.<\/p>\n
Both.<\/p>\n
Another card:<\/p>\n
This is not love if I steal her choices.<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
He had named it.<\/p>\n
The exact harm.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
Need to fix Desert Oak.<\/p>\n
Several cards followed.<\/p>\n
Account lists.<\/p>\n
Not numbers.<\/p>\n
Just tasks.<\/p>\n
Tell Margaret Miriam truth.<\/p>\n
Tell Margaret Elaine only if right.<\/p>\n
Correct beneficiary.<\/p>\n
Talk to Daniel honestly.<\/p>\n
Call Robert.<\/p>\n
Destroy fake consent emails \/ replace with disclosure.<\/p>\n
I froze.<\/p>\n
Fake consent emails.<\/p>\n
He had named them.<\/p>\n
No ambiguity.<\/p>\n
He knew exactly what they were.<\/p>\n
The next card:<\/p>\n
Do not destroy. That becomes another lie. Tell Margaret and correct record.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
He had planned to confess.<\/p>\n
Not erase.<\/p>\n
Another:<\/p>\n
Called lawyer. Appointment Friday.<\/p>\n
Rebecca had never found that.<\/p>\n
Maybe he never attended.<\/p>\n
The date on the card was nine days before his first final hospitalization.<\/p>\n
Next:<\/p>\n
Hospital.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
Home.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
Too tired.<\/p>\n
Then the final cards became shorter.<\/p>\n
Tell Margaret.<\/p>\n
Tell Margaret.<\/p>\n
Tell Margaret.<\/p>\n
Repeated.<\/p>\n
No explanation.<\/p>\n
Just command.<\/p>\n
Five times.<\/p>\n
Then the last card.<\/p>\n
No date.<\/p>\n
Handwriting shaky.<\/p>\n
If she ever finds these, I hope she understands that knowing the right thing is not the same as doing it. She always understood that better than I did.<\/p>\n
I sat alone at the table.<\/p>\n
The box contained no justification.<\/p>\n
That was what made it different from his letters.<\/p>\n
Letters explain.<\/p>\n
Cards witness.<\/p>\n
They showed decisions before they were polished into reasons.<\/p>\n
Fear.<\/p>\n
Delay.<\/p>\n
Regret.<\/p>\n
Self-awareness.<\/p>\n
Failure.<\/p>\n
Love.<\/p>\n
I wanted Daniel.<\/p>\n
The old instinct might have hidden the cards to protect Harold.<\/p>\n
Or Daniel.<\/p>\n
Not now.<\/p>\n
I called him.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you come over?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAdvice or company?\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed through tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cCompany.\u201d<\/p>\n
He arrived thirty minutes later.<\/p>\n
I did not summarize.<\/p>\n
I handed him the cards.<\/p>\n
He read.<\/p>\n
Slowly.<\/p>\n
When he reached the fake-email entries, his jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was going to tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut he didn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel continued.<\/p>\n
When he reached the repeated Tell Margaret cards, he cried.<\/p>\n
Quietly.<\/p>\n
No embarrassment.<\/p>\n
No apology.<\/p>\n
He read the final one twice.<\/p>\n
Then set it down.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know how to feel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't either.\u201d<\/p>\n
We sat together.<\/p>\n
Eventually he said, \u201cDoes this change what he did?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes it make it better?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he knew it was wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cShouldn't that make it worse?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
We both laughed sadly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is no clean answer,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you forgive him now?\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou really want a final ruling.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause if you forgive him, maybe I can.\u201d<\/p>\n
There.<\/p>\n
Another truth.<\/p>\n
Daniel had been carrying anger too.<\/p>\n
Not just on my behalf.<\/p>\n
His father manipulated him.<\/p>\n
Recruited him.<\/p>\n
Judged him through money.<\/p>\n
Then died before repair.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't need my permission.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you forgive him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at the cards.<\/p>\n
\u201cPartly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we're in the same place.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
We read the entire box together.<\/p>\n
One card made us laugh.<\/p>\n
2013 \u2014 Daniel bought expensive grill. Claims necessary. It is not.<\/p>\n
Daniel stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe used it every time he visited.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently he still judged you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another:<\/p>\n
Emily born. Daniel terrified. He thinks fatherhood requires knowing what to do. Poor boy.<\/p>\n
Daniel smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe never told me that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe should have.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe I knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
That mattered too.<\/p>\n
Not every truth needed words to exist.<\/p>\n
But enough did.<\/p>\n
Then Daniel picked up the dried rose.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
A tiny slip of paper was tucked beneath the wrapping.<\/p>\n
1973.<\/p>\n
Our wedding year.<\/p>\n
My breath caught.<\/p>\n
I remembered.<\/p>\n
Our first apartment had no garden.<\/p>\n
One evening Harold came home with a single rose stolen from landscaping outside his office.<\/p>\n
I scolded him.<\/p>\n
He said technically the company owned it and he planned to work there long enough to repay them.<\/p>\n
I had forgotten.<\/p>\n
He kept it.<\/p>\n
Fifty-three years.<\/p>\n
I cried again.<\/p>\n
Not because the rose canceled anything.<\/p>\n
Because love had also been real.<\/p>\n
Daniel touched my hand.<\/p>\n
No fixing.<\/p>\n
No advice.<\/p>\n
Company.<\/p>\n
We sat that way.<\/p>\n
After a while, I said, \u201cI want these archived.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFamily archive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPublic?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome eventually. Not all.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho decides?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTogether.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
No single keeper.<\/p>\n
No secret guardian.<\/p>\n
No person deciding what everyone else could handle.<\/p>\n
Rebecca came the next morning.<\/p>\n
I showed her the card referencing the fake emails.<\/p>\n
Her face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is important.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLegally?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHistorically. Possibly legally, though remedies remain limited.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt proves he wrote them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStrongly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen update the record.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo lawsuit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAgainst his estate?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are his estate beneficiary anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo public release unless needed to correct false reporting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAgreed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrick Sloan accepted a brief statement.<\/p>\n
Newly discovered private notes indicate Harold Briggs created the disputed consent emails and intended to correct the record before his death.<\/p>\n
No excerpts.<\/p>\n
No card images.<\/p>\n
No emotional details.<\/p>\n
Enough truth.<\/p>\n
Not performance.<\/p>\n
Melissa Grant received a copy through counsel.<\/p>\n
She sent me one line.<\/p>\n
I am sorry I was right in the wrong way.<\/p>\n
I understood exactly.<\/p>\n
Victor Hale\u2019s letter had taught me something similar.<\/p>\n
A correct conclusion reached through bad certainty was still dangerous.<\/p>\n
The records were corrected.<\/p>\n
The story faded.<\/p>\n
For once, there was no next secret hidden beneath it.<\/p>\n
Weeks passed.<\/p>\n
Then months.<\/p>\n
Spring approached.<\/p>\n
The roses bloomed heavily.<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s startup survived another quarter.<\/p>\n
Renee\u2019s program expanded.<\/p>\n
Emily began high school planning.<\/p>\n
Noah learned chess using an online app because Harold never got the chance.<\/p>\n
Robert visited without bringing documents.<\/p>\n
That may have been the greatest miracle.<\/p>\n
Lorraine and I booked a short trip for the following autumn.<\/p>\n
Curtis sent the Miriam Fund\u2019s annual report.<\/p>\n
No drama.<\/p>\n
Just numbers.<\/p>\n
People housed.<\/p>\n
People counseled.<\/p>\n
People stabilized.<\/p>\n
Good work.<\/p>\n
One evening, Daniel came over with Noah.<\/p>\n
We sat on the porch.<\/p>\n
Noah pointed at Harold\u2019s chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I sit there?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked.<\/p>\n
For months it had remained at the far end.<\/p>\n
Boundary.<\/p>\n
Symbol.<\/p>\n
Lesson.<\/p>\n
\u201cSure.\u201d<\/p>\n
He dragged it closer himself.<\/p>\n
Not beside mine.<\/p>\n
Between Daniel and me.<\/p>\n
Then climbed in.<\/p>\n
His feet barely reached the edge.<\/p>\n
He asked Daniel how chess castles worked.<\/p>\n
Daniel explained poorly.<\/p>\n
I watched.<\/p>\n
The chair had moved.<\/p>\n
I had not decided to move it.<\/p>\n
No ceremony.<\/p>\n
No forgiveness announcement.<\/p>\n
A child simply needed somewhere to sit.<\/p>\n
That felt right.<\/p>\n
After they left, I considered moving it back.<\/p>\n
Then didn't.<\/p>\n
Not because Harold had regained authority.<\/p>\n
Because furniture did not need to carry that much meaning.<\/p>\n
That was another form of freedom.<\/p>\n
The next morning, I opened the black notebook.<\/p>\n
For decisions made in daylight.<\/p>\n
I wrote:<\/p>\n
I spent months trying to decide whether Harold was good or bad.<\/p>\n
Wrong question.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
The better question is whether I can love what was real without pretending the harm was not real.<\/p>\n
I paused.<\/p>\n
Then added:<\/p>\n
Yes.<\/p>\n
That was as close to forgiveness as I needed.<\/p>\n
I closed the notebook.<\/p>\n
My phone rang.<\/p>\n
Rebecca.<\/p>\n
I smiled before answering.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you found another account, I\u2019m firing you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnother relative?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnother disputed property?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe foundation board wants to know whether you'll speak at the opening of the second housing building.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was fast.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't give speeches.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why ask?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause the residents asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
That changed it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne of them read your statement about usefulness and belonging.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do they want me to say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhatever you wish.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dangerous.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'll think about it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
After hanging up, I looked at the yellow kitchen.<\/p>\n
The house Daniel once wanted.<\/p>\n
The house I bought after he asked me to leave.<\/p>\n
At first, Willow Creek had been proof.<\/p>\n
Proof I did not need him.<\/p>\n
Proof I could choose.<\/p>\n
Proof I had money.<\/p>\n
Proof I could build another life.<\/p>\n
Now it was simply home.<\/p>\n
That was better.<\/p>\n
And if I gave the speech, I knew what I wanted to say.<\/p>\n
Not about eighty-nine million dollars.<\/p>\n
Not Harold.<\/p>\n
Not betrayal.<\/p>\n
Not victory.<\/p>\n
About a door.<\/p>\n
A chair.<\/p>\n
A key.<\/p>\n
A person having somewhere to stand without earning the right by being useful.<\/p>\n
That was the story underneath everything.<\/p>\n
The money only made it visible.<\/p>\n
The metal box arrived on a Wednesday. Claire brought it herself. She placed it on the kitchen table and stepped back. \u201cI feel like I\u2019m delivering a bomb.\u201d \u201cEmotionally, perhaps.\u201d … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":14647,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14683","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\/14683","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=14683"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14683\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14730,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14683\/revisions\/14730"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/14647"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14683"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14683"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14683"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}