We did not drive to Michael Grant\u2019s house immediately.<\/p>\n
That was my first instinct.<\/p>\n
It was Caroline\u2019s too.<\/p>\n
Maya stopped both of us.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe verify identity first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s his name,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cNames repeat.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSame age?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSame area?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what else do you need?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough certainty that you don\u2019t knock on a stranger\u2019s door and tell him you may be the son he lost thirty-four years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
That silenced me.<\/p>\n
Maya spent the afternoon checking old addresses, employment records, and archived business filings.<\/p>\n
Michael Grant had once worked for Whitmore Building Supply.<\/p>\n
Caroline\u2019s father had owned it.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s him,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
Michael had left the company the year I was born.<\/p>\n
For a time he lived in Oregon.<\/p>\n
Then Nevada.<\/p>\n
Then, fourteen years earlier, he returned.<\/p>\n
He now owned a small machine-repair shop outside Cedar Falls.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe came back,\u201d Caroline whispered.<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe for family.\u201d<\/p>\n
She gave a sad smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before anything else, we returned to the hospital.<\/p>\n
Dad looked stronger.<\/p>\n
Not well.<\/p>\n
Stronger.<\/p>\n
I told him about page seven.<\/p>\n
His face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew it was fake?\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRecently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFound Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel Mercer?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou found him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo weeks ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArizona.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNever signed.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed from pure disbelief.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Dad uncovered the fake paternal surrender before his heart attack.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s likely why Jessica became more aggressive.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Jessica know you found Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad seemed ashamed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe came here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo your house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPage twelve.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew you had it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you give it to her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she threaten you?\u201d<\/p>\n
His silence answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked toward the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cCalled you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe threatened to call me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell you… I stole you.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was almost exactly what she had warned before.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything else?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cSaid police.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya asked, \u201cPolice for what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKidnapping.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat back.<\/p>\n
Dad had spent thirty-four years fearing that the circumstances of my adoption could be turned into a crime.<\/p>\n
Jessica discovered that fear.<\/p>\n
Then sharpened it.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew enough about the forged papers to scare him,\u201d Maya said.<\/p>\n
I looked at Dad.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you call me?\u201d<\/p>\n
His answer came immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cProtect.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAll of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou protecting me is how people keep controlling us.\u201d<\/p>\n
He closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
I regretted the sharpness.<\/p>\n
But not the truth.<\/p>\n
I held his hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo more secrets.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo matter how ugly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another nod.<\/p>\n
I hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe found Michael Grant.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s eyes opened.<\/p>\n
He stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy biological father.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words felt strange.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s fingers loosened.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
A complicated expression crossed his face.<\/p>\n
Fear.<\/p>\n
Relief.<\/p>\n
Loss.<\/p>\n
Maybe all three.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou okay?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
He nodded too quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked away.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re still my father.\u201d<\/p>\n
His mouth trembled.<\/p>\n
I squeezed his hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing changes that unless you decide it does.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked back at me.<\/p>\n
This time he nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
Caroline had been standing near the doorway.<\/p>\n
She stepped closer.<\/p>\n
Arthur looked at her.<\/p>\n
For thirty-four years, each had believed the other had been part of a terrible decision.<\/p>\n
Now they were looking at the only other person in the room who had loved the same baby before I could remember either of them.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d Dad whispered.<\/p>\n
Caroline shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were lied to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI should have looked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were twenty-four.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI should have looked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo should I.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey told you he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey told you I died.\u201d<\/p>\n
That stopped him.<\/p>\n
Caroline pulled a chair beside his bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe both believed people we thought we had to trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad stared at her.<\/p>\n
Then, slowly, he reached out.<\/p>\n
Caroline took his hand.<\/p>\n
It was not forgiveness.<\/p>\n
There was too much history for that.<\/p>\n
But it was the first bridge between them.<\/p>\n
The next morning Michael Grant was contacted through Maya\u2019s investigator.<\/p>\n
She did not tell him everything.<\/p>\n
Only that someone was trying to confirm facts connected to Caroline Whitmore and a child born thirty-four years earlier.<\/p>\n
Michael asked one question.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs the boy alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
When Maya told me, I had to sit down.<\/p>\n
Not:<\/p>\n
What does he want?<\/p>\n
Not:<\/p>\n
Is this about money?<\/p>\n
Not:<\/p>\n
How did you find me?<\/p>\n
Is the boy alive?<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Maya had told him.<\/p>\n
Michael had gone silent for almost a minute.<\/p>\n
Then he asked whether the boy\u2019s name was Ethan Hayes.<\/p>\n
My throat closed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew my name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wouldn\u2019t explain over the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael agreed to meet.<\/p>\n
Neutral location.<\/p>\n
Private conference room at Maya\u2019s office.<\/p>\n
Caroline almost changed her mind three times.<\/p>\n
I understood.<\/p>\n
For decades, Michael had existed in her memory as the man who disappeared.<\/p>\n
Even now, knowing her father had threatened him did not erase the years.<\/p>\n
When Michael walked into the room, I recognized myself in him immediately.<\/p>\n
Not completely.<\/p>\n
But enough.<\/p>\n
Same eyebrows.<\/p>\n
Same habit of looking slightly downward when entering a room.<\/p>\n
Same scar-shaped crease beside the left corner of the mouth.<\/p>\n
He was sixty-one.<\/p>\n
Lean.<\/p>\n
Gray-haired.<\/p>\n
His hands looked like Dad\u2019s\u2014workman\u2019s hands, nicked and stained.<\/p>\n
He stopped when he saw me.<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
Michael\u2019s eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at Caroline.<\/p>\n
Her face became rigid.<\/p>\n
\u201cCaroline.\u201d<\/p>\n
She did not answer.<\/p>\n
He turned back to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you were dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had heard that sentence twice in twenty-four hours.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
His mouth twisted.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can see that.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was an awkward joke.<\/p>\n
I almost smiled.<\/p>\n
Michael sat.<\/p>\n
Maya began by explaining that we were still verifying facts.<\/p>\n
Michael nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhatever you need.\u201d<\/p>\n
He brought a folder.<\/p>\n
Inside were letters.<\/p>\n
Dozens.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll to Caroline?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she get them?\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline picked one up.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Every letter had been returned.<\/p>\n
Some unopened.<\/p>\n
Some stamped ADDRESS UNKNOWN.<\/p>\n
Others marked REFUSED.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never saw any of these.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cToo late.\u201d<\/p>\n
His story began with my birth.<\/p>\n
Caroline\u2019s father called him two days after the delivery.<\/p>\n
Thomas told Michael the baby had died.<\/p>\n
Michael did not believe him.<\/p>\n
He went to the hospital.<\/p>\n
Security removed him.<\/p>\n
Then Thomas threatened to tell Michael\u2019s wife.<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
His wife.<\/p>\n
Caroline\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were still married.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me you were leaving her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you hadn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Pain crossed her face.<\/p>\n
Michael did not defend himself.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was cowardly in ways that mattered.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I didn\u2019t abandon you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI hired someone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo find me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cImmediately.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas Whitmore had influence.<\/p>\n
The investigator found nothing.<\/p>\n
Hospital records said the baby had died.<\/p>\n
Michael eventually believed it.<\/p>\n
Years later, he heard Caroline had moved away.<\/p>\n
He wrote.<\/p>\n
Letters returned.<\/p>\n
Then, fourteen years earlier, a former Whitmore employee told him a rumor.<\/p>\n
Thomas had arranged a private adoption.<\/p>\n
Michael began searching again.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did you find my name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe helped?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot knowingly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael found an old business document connected to Arthur and Thomas.<\/p>\n
Then he learned Arthur had a son born the same year.<\/p>\n
He hired another investigator.<\/p>\n
The investigator contacted people around me.<\/p>\n
My skin went cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas that the investigator who contacted Jessica?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Maya.<\/p>\n
She checked the old report.<\/p>\n
The name matched.<\/p>\n
Michael had been behind the first search.<\/p>\n
Not Caroline.<\/p>\n
That changed the timeline again.<\/p>\n
Jessica did not merely stumble into my story.<\/p>\n
She had intercepted Michael\u2019s search for me before she knew me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened after the investigator contacted Jessica?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael\u2019s face darkened.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me the lead was wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Jessica lied.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know that now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout a year later I stopped believing him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJessica contacted me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence filled the room.<\/p>\n
I leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael looked confused.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He opened his folder.<\/p>\n
There were printed emails.<\/p>\n
Jessica had written to him from a personal account.<\/p>\n
She said she knew Ethan Hayes.<\/p>\n
She said Ethan knew he was adopted.<\/p>\n
She said Ethan did not want contact with his biological father.<\/p>\n
My hands went numb.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told you I rejected you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore we were married?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the date.<\/p>\n
Two months after our first date.<\/p>\n
Michael continued.<\/p>\n
Jessica warned that contacting me directly could cause emotional damage.<\/p>\n
She said Arthur was unstable whenever the adoption was discussed.<\/p>\n
She made herself the intermediary.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor how long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYears.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou kept talking to her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she sent photographs.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat photographs?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
College photos.<\/p>\n
Holiday pictures.<\/p>\n
A picture of Dad and me fishing.<\/p>\n
Images from my private life.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe sent you those?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe made it look like I knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said you didn\u2019t want a relationship, but you were willing to let me know you were okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
I covered my face.<\/p>\n
For years, Jessica had been performing both sides of conversations between me and people I never knew existed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you send money?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael hesitated.<\/p>\n
Caroline looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot much at first.\u201d<\/p>\n
I lowered my hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout twelve thousand over several years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThings she said you needed.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cExamples.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStudent loans.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey were paid before I met Jessica.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur\u2019s medical bills.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad had Medicare and supplemental insurance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything else?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael looked ashamed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour wedding.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said you couldn\u2019t afford the venue.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOur wedding was already paid for.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand that now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much for the wedding?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEight thousand.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood and walked toward the window.<\/p>\n
Caroline spoke quietly behind me.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was collecting money from both sides.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Maya said.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd keeping them away from Ethan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My marriage had been built with invisible walls.<\/p>\n
Jessica controlled who reached me.<\/p>\n
Who thought I rejected them.<\/p>\n
Who believed I needed help.<\/p>\n
Who sent money.<\/p>\n
Every path led through her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you come anyway?\u201d I asked Michael.<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she sent me something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
He handed it over.<\/p>\n
My name was signed at the bottom.<\/p>\n
The letter said I wanted no contact.<\/p>\n
It asked him to respect Arthur as my only father.<\/p>\n
I stared at the signature.<\/p>\n
It looked like mine.<\/p>\n
Almost.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou forged this?\u201d I asked Maya.<\/p>\n
\u201cJessica likely did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael\u2019s eyes lowered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI kept it because it hurt too much to throw away.\u201d<\/p>\n
The anger inside me shifted.<\/p>\n
Not gone.<\/p>\n
Redirected.<\/p>\n
Everyone in that room had been trapped inside Jessica\u2019s version of me.<\/p>\n
Michael leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s one more thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour wife didn\u2019t ask me only for money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe asked questions about Thomas Whitmore.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat questions?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cProperty.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProperty?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour family land.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father sold most of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe transferred part of it into a trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya sat straighter.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat trust?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne established for Caroline\u2019s child.\u201d<\/p>\n
No one moved.<\/p>\n
Michael looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t make sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas was controlling, but he was also obsessed with bloodlines.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe trust held land outside Cedar Falls.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOriginally about sixty acres.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya asked, \u201cCurrent ownership?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael reached into his folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Jessica did.\u201d<\/p>\n
He placed a photocopy on the table.<\/p>\n
It was a property-transfer inquiry.<\/p>\n
Submitted three years earlier.<\/p>\n
Requester:<\/p>\n
Jessica Hayes.<\/p>\n
Beneficial interest searched:<\/p>\n
Ethan Hayes, also known as infant male Whitmore.<\/p>\n
I stared at the page.<\/p>\n
My wife had known there might be property connected to my adoption.<\/p>\n
Years before Caroline found me.<\/p>\n
Years before Dad began investigating.<\/p>\n
And suddenly her approach at the fundraiser did not look like curiosity.<\/p>\n
It looked like strategy.<\/p>\n
We did not drive to Michael Grant\u2019s house immediately. That was my first instinct. It was Caroline\u2019s too. Maya stopped both of us. \u201cWe verify identity first.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s his name,\u201d … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1675,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1681","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\/1681","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=1681"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1681\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1705,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1681\/revisions\/1705"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1675"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1681"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1681"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1681"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}