Olivia asked Rebecca for her phone. Her injured hand trembled as she searched for her mother\u2019s number.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure you want to do this now?\u201d Rebecca asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia pressed call anyway.<\/p>\n
Her mother, Elaine Bennett, answered on the fourth ring.<\/p>\n
\u201cSweetheart?\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia closed her eyes briefly.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, I need to ask you something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened? You sound strange.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you change your name?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
I watched Olivia\u2019s face.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Elaine\u2019s voice became cautious.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are you asking?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Marjorie Hale just told Derek to ask me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
Longer.<\/p>\n
Then Elaine said, \u201cWhere are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn the hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, answer the question.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca stepped closer.<\/p>\n
Elaine exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia\u2019s eyes closed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was your name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOlivia\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cElaine Porter.\u201d<\/p>\n
I saw no recognition in Olivia.<\/p>\n
None in myself.<\/p>\n
Rebecca, however, immediately wrote it down.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did you change it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen I was twenty-three.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Elaine said nothing.<\/p>\n
Olivia\u2019s voice cracked.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease don\u2019t make me drag this out of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was trying to leave something behind.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA family problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n
Elaine began crying.<\/p>\n
Not loudly.<\/p>\n
The restrained crying of someone who had spent decades expecting this conversation.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe got involved with people he shouldn\u2019t have.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat people?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne of them was Leonard Voss.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
Rebecca stopped writing.<\/p>\n
Olivia stared at the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew Leonard?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou just said\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew his name. I met him once.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore you were born.\u201d<\/p>\n
The timeline expanded again.<\/p>\n
Leonard had not entered our family nine years ago.<\/p>\n
Or twenty.<\/p>\n
He went further back.<\/p>\n
Elaine explained that her older brother, Thomas Porter, worked at a small finance company in the late 1980s and early 1990s. Leonard was one of his clients.<\/p>\n
Then one of his partners.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did they do?\u201d Olivia asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cLoans.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBad ones.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elaine said Thomas discovered ways to create credit using stolen information.<\/p>\n
At first, Leonard brought him names.<\/p>\n
Later they obtained records through businesses willing to sell access.<\/p>\n
Insurance offices.<\/p>\n
Medical clinics.<\/p>\n
Payroll companies.<\/p>\n
The fraud predated computers becoming common.<\/p>\n
Paper forms.<\/p>\n
Photocopies.<\/p>\n
Signatures.<\/p>\n
Addresses.<\/p>\n
Social Security numbers.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow does Marjorie fit in?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Elaine heard my voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Derek there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Olivia said.<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cElaine,\u201d I said, \u201cplease.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe met Thomas.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore you were born.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother knew your uncle?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know exactly. Through Leonard, I think.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elaine\u2019s family had already been falling apart.<\/p>\n
Thomas owed money.<\/p>\n
Leonard pressured him.<\/p>\n
Marjorie appeared around the same time.<\/p>\n
Elaine never trusted her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Mom do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cElaine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was nineteen. My brother was lying to everyone. Strange people came to the house. Money disappeared. Then Thomas vanished.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia sat straighter despite her shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cVanished?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe left.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never found him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas he reported missing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor a while.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe called eventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMonths later.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom where?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wouldn\u2019t say.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elaine told us Thomas warned her to stay away from Leonard.<\/p>\n
And from Marjorie.<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
Decades earlier.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly did he say?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Elaine hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said Marjorie was worse than Leonard.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin prickled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wouldn\u2019t explain.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then Thomas disappeared permanently.<\/p>\n
No calls.<\/p>\n
No letters.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Elaine changed her surname after marrying Olivia\u2019s father but kept Bennett after their divorce.<\/p>\n
She never told Olivia because the Porter years belonged to a life she wanted buried.<\/p>\n
Olivia looked wounded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me I had an uncle?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I thought he was dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou thought?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI still do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Elaine began crying again.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Thomas was terrified.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca asked permission to speak.<\/p>\n
\u201cElaine, did Thomas ever give you documents?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Every person in the room seemed to lean toward the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA notebook.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you still have it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI put everything from that period into storage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
Elaine gave an address in California.<\/p>\n
Rebecca wrote it down.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was in the notebook?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNames.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t recognize most of them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMarjorie?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLeonard?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
Elaine hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cDiane Morgan.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel\u2019s mother.<\/p>\n
The web had existed before Rachel and Olivia were adults.<\/p>\n
Before I knew any of them.<\/p>\n
Olivia pressed her fingers against her forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy whole life is touching this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elaine whispered, \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know Marjorie when Derek and I got married?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you recognize her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot even the name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI had forgotten it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood.<\/p>\n
People forget names from nightmares once they believe they\u2019ve awakened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about Leonard?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia asked, \u201cWhen did you remember?\u201d<\/p>\n
Elaine took too long.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter your wedding.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia\u2019s expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen I saw Marjorie in one of your photographs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said you didn\u2019t recognize her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut later?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I wasn\u2019t certain.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia laughed once, without humor.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat excuse must be contagious.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt the blow even though it wasn\u2019t aimed at me.<\/p>\n
Elaine said she searched old boxes.<\/p>\n
She found a photograph.<\/p>\n
Marjorie, Leonard, Thomas.<\/p>\n
Together.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow old?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe thirty years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSend it.\u201d<\/p>\n
A minute later Olivia\u2019s phone chimed.<\/p>\n
The photograph loaded.<\/p>\n
Three young adults stood outside a low office building.<\/p>\n
Leonard was thinner.<\/p>\n
Marjorie\u2019s hair was dark.<\/p>\n
Thomas Porter stood between them.<\/p>\n
On the building behind them was a sign.<\/p>\n
WESTBRIDGE FINANCIAL SERVICES.<\/p>\n
Not Consulting.<\/p>\n
Financial Services.<\/p>\n
The company had existed in another form decades earlier.<\/p>\n
Rebecca forwarded the image to the detective.<\/p>\n
I stared at my mother.<\/p>\n
Young.<\/p>\n
Smiling.<\/p>\n
Her hand rested on Thomas\u2019s shoulder.<\/p>\n
She had never mentioned him.<\/p>\n
Never mentioned Westbridge.<\/p>\n
Never mentioned any financial business.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom told me she worked in medical billing before I was born.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat may be where she obtained identities.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia said, \u201cAnd Westbridge was where they used them.\u201d<\/p>\n
The detective returned with preliminary information.<\/p>\n
The old Westbridge company had closed after an investigation.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat investigation?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFraud allegations.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCharges?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAgainst Thomas Porter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy uncle?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about Leonard?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot charged.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMarjorie?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot named publicly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
Thomas had taken the fall.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas he convicted?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe disappeared first?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The detective looked at Elaine\u2019s photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was speculation he fled.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia whispered, \u201cWhat if he didn\u2019t?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody answered.<\/p>\n
My phone rang again.<\/p>\n
Marjorie.<\/p>\n
This time I wanted to answer.<\/p>\n
The detective allowed it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did you know Thomas Porter?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have a photograph.\u201d<\/p>\n
Still nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou, Leonard, and Thomas outside Westbridge.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice finally came.<\/p>\n
\u201cElaine should have destroyed that.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Olivia.<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Confirmation.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew Elaine too?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew who she was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew Thomas had a sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know Olivia was her daughter?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marjorie exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cEventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore you married her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you arrange for us to meet?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI asked Rachel to invite you to a party.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted to see what Olivia knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer was so cold that I almost missed its meaning.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou used me to get close to her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou met a woman. You liked her. Don\u2019t dramatize it.\u201d<\/p>\n
My fist tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou put her in my life because you thought her family had evidence against you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did not make you marry her.\u201d<\/p>\n
That echoed Olivia\u2019s words, stripped of everything human.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Thomas have evidence?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marjorie\u2019s tone changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas was a thief.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe stole from all of us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe ran.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Leonard?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Dad?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
I pressed harder.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Dad find out about Westbridge?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The admission came quietly.<\/p>\n
My father had discovered the old scheme years later while examining Marjorie\u2019s debts.<\/p>\n
That was why he began collecting records.<\/p>\n
Not because of one unauthorized account.<\/p>\n
Because he discovered decades of fraud.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened the night Dad died?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe had a heart attack.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter you put something in his water.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia looked at me.<\/p>\n
Marjorie stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, I heard nothing.<\/p>\n
Then my mother said, \u201cLeonard is lying.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew about the water.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe lies.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you put something in it?\u201d<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted him to calm down.\u201d<\/p>\n
The exact language Leonard used.<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you give him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA pill.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat pill?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe had taken it before.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething for anxiety.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose prescription?\u201d<\/p>\n
She began crying.<\/p>\n
I felt nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you crush it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia covered her mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou crushed your medication into Dad\u2019s water without telling him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was screaming. He was going to drive. I was afraid he\u2019d hurt somebody.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you drugged him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was trying to help him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe had a heart attack.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter you drugged him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t kill your father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maybe she believed that.<\/p>\n
Maybe she had repeated it until belief replaced memory.<\/p>\n
I asked the question that mattered next.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to Thomas Porter?\u201d<\/p>\n
The crying stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you. He ran.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you drug him too?\u201d<\/p>\n
She hung up.<\/p>\n
The detective immediately requested the recording be preserved.<\/p>\n
Olivia stared at me.<\/p>\n
I felt strangely calm.<\/p>\n
Not because I was.<\/p>\n
Because something fundamental had finally broken.<\/p>\n
The mother I had spent my life protecting existed mostly in explanations she had given me.<\/p>\n
Each explanation had required me not to look too closely.<\/p>\n
Now I was looking.<\/p>\n
Rebecca\u2019s phone rang.<\/p>\n
She listened.<\/p>\n
Her eyes widened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
She lowered the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cCalifornia police checked Elaine\u2019s storage unit.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was broken into yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
\u201cNotebook?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGone.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt despair rise.<\/p>\n
Then Rebecca continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut whoever searched it missed something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA sealed envelope taped beneath a drawer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom Thomas?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s inside?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPhotographs. Account numbers. And a letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo who?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked at Olivia.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo Elaine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen was it written?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree days after Thomas supposedly disappeared.\u201d<\/p>\n
The detective asked the obvious question.<\/p>\n
\u201cPostmarked?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was never mailed.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt the hairs rise on my arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere was it written?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at the message again.<\/p>\n
\u201cPhoenix.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas Porter had supposedly fled the state.<\/p>\n
Three days later, he was still here.<\/p>\n
And someone had prevented his final letter from ever reaching his sister.<\/p>\n
Olivia asked Rebecca for her phone. Her injured hand trembled as she searched for her mother\u2019s number. \u201cAre you sure you want to do this now?\u201d Rebecca asked. \u201cNo.\u201d Olivia … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":15781,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15791","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\/15791","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=15791"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15791\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15838,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15791\/revisions\/15838"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/15781"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15791"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15791"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15791"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}