For several seconds after Marcus Hale said, \u201cI\u2019m your father,\u201d I heard nothing except the faint electronic hiss of the phone line.<\/p>\n
Detective Grant stood beside me in the interview room, watching my face rather than the speakerphone.<\/p>\n
Rebecca was crying somewhere in the background.<\/p>\n
Marcus said my name again.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmily?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down at my hands.<\/p>\n
They were steady.<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
Everything else in my life had shifted in the last day\u2014my money, my family, my inheritance, my mother, my aunt, my brother\u2014and apparently my body had decided trembling would be inefficient.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew who I was when I called the bank.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
His answer came too quickly for deception.<\/p>\n
\u201cI swear to you, I didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expect me to believe that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew an Emily Wilson existed. I knew Rebecca had a daughter. I did not know what name you were living under, where you lived, or whether you were even still in the country.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca spoke faintly behind him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat part is true.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the police-station wall.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou lost your daughter and never looked for her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus inhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI looked for twenty-six years.\u201d<\/p>\n
That number caught me.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty-six?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUntil Rebecca contacted me eight years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned toward the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said she contacted you eight years ago?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut she supposedly died twelve years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus was silent for a moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen she contacted me, I thought someone was running a cruel scam.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca spoke again.<\/p>\n
\u201cI refused to meet him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I still didn\u2019t know who had helped your mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost corrected her automatically.<\/p>\n
Mom.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
The woman I had called Mom my entire life had a name.<\/p>\n
Linda Wilson.<\/p>\n
Using that name suddenly felt important.<\/p>\n
Rebecca continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen I survived the boat explosion, I didn\u2019t know whether Robert had arranged it, whether Linda had, or whether someone connected to your grandfather\u2019s businesses was responsible. I trusted no one.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant leaned toward the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Hale\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWilson,\u201d Rebecca corrected.<\/p>\n
\u201cMs. Wilson. We need your location secured. If you\u2019re truly at St. Catherine\u2019s, officers can meet you there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo police until Emily hears this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant\u2019s mouth tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re withholding evidence in an active fraud investigation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI kept evidence because every time I trusted someone, it disappeared.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood why Grant disliked the answer.<\/p>\n
I also understood why Rebecca had given it.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me everything,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Rebecca went quiet.<\/p>\n
Then she began.<\/p>\n
Thirty-four years earlier, Rebecca Wilson had been twenty-four, recently finished with graduate school, and working for one of my grandfather Arthur Wilson\u2019s development companies.<\/p>\n
Marcus Hale was twenty-seven and working in commercial banking.<\/p>\n
They met because Marcus\u2019s bank financed several of Arthur\u2019s projects.<\/p>\n
Their relationship lasted almost two years.<\/p>\n
Arthur knew.<\/p>\n
He disliked it.<\/p>\n
Not because Marcus was poor or irresponsible.<\/p>\n
Marcus was neither.<\/p>\n
Grandfather disliked that Marcus asked questions.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout what?\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Marcus answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour grandfather moved money between companies in ways I didn\u2019t understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIllegal?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the time, I suspected tax avoidance and hidden ownership arrangements. Later I learned some of it was designed to keep assets away from business partners he didn\u2019t trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you report him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI raised concerns internally.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grandfather found out.<\/p>\n
According to Marcus, Arthur Wilson offered him a promotion at another institution through a friend.<\/p>\n
Marcus refused.<\/p>\n
Two weeks later, he was accused of leaking confidential client information.<\/p>\n
He lost his job.<\/p>\n
Rebecca believed her father had arranged it.<\/p>\n
Arthur denied it.<\/p>\n
Then Rebecca discovered she was pregnant.<\/p>\n
\u201cWith me,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My biological mother\u2019s voice changed when she said it.<\/p>\n
Not sentimental.<\/p>\n
Careful.<\/p>\n
As though she had rehearsed telling me and still couldn\u2019t make the facts painless.<\/p>\n
She wanted to leave with Marcus.<\/p>\n
Grandfather threatened to cut her off completely.<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t care.<\/p>\n
Then Marcus disappeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cI did not disappear voluntarily,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
I looked at Grant.<\/p>\n
She had begun taking notes.<\/p>\n
Marcus explained that a former colleague told him police were preparing financial-fraud charges based on falsified records.<\/p>\n
Someone had constructed a case showing that he had taken money from client accounts.<\/p>\n
A lawyer advised him to leave New York temporarily while the evidence was challenged.<\/p>\n
He moved to Chicago.<\/p>\n
He wrote Rebecca.<\/p>\n
The letters came back unopened.<\/p>\n
He called.<\/p>\n
Her number changed.<\/p>\n
He went to the family house.<\/p>\n
Security removed him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought she had chosen her family.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca made a sound that was almost a laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought he had abandoned me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grandfather had created two different stories and placed one in front of each of them.<\/p>\n
I felt strangely detached while listening.<\/p>\n
Not because it did not matter.<\/p>\n
Because it mattered too much.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened after I was born?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were born at St. Catherine\u2019s at 2:11 in the morning. Six pounds, eleven ounces. You had dark hair and you screamed before the doctor had completely lifted you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
No one had ever told me that.<\/p>\n
Linda always said she remembered nothing about my birth because she had been exhausted.<\/p>\n
I used to think that was funny.<\/p>\n
Now I knew why.<\/p>\n
Rebecca continued.<\/p>\n
There had been complications.<\/p>\n
She hemorrhaged.<\/p>\n
Doctors rushed her into surgery.<\/p>\n
While she was unconscious, Arthur made decisions.<\/p>\n
Linda and Robert had been married for three years.<\/p>\n
They had no children.<\/p>\n
Linda was Rebecca\u2019s closest friend then.<\/p>\n
Not her sister.<\/p>\n
That stopped me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWait.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant looked up too.<\/p>\n
\u201cLinda isn\u2019t related to us?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Rebecca said.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did I grow up calling you Aunt Rebecca?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it made the story easier.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father Robert was actually Rebecca\u2019s younger brother.<\/p>\n
That part was real.<\/p>\n
Linda married into the Wilson family.<\/p>\n
When Rebecca gave birth to me, Robert and Linda were already at the hospital because Arthur had called them.<\/p>\n
Arthur proposed a temporary arrangement.<\/p>\n
Rebecca was physically weak, Marcus was gone, and reporters had begun asking questions about investigations involving one of Arthur\u2019s companies.<\/p>\n
He said the baby needed stability.<\/p>\n
Robert and Linda would take me home for a few weeks.<\/p>\n
Rebecca agreed.<\/p>\n
\u201cA few weeks became months,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you take me back?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI tried.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur threatened to report Rebecca as unstable.<\/p>\n
He controlled her finances.<\/p>\n
He controlled several doctors socially.<\/p>\n
He had documents prepared claiming she suffered from severe psychological problems after childbirth.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey were false?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome weren\u2019t,\u201d she said quietly. \u201cI was depressed. I was frightened. I wasn\u2019t sleeping. But I wasn\u2019t dangerous to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur used those vulnerabilities.<\/p>\n
He told Rebecca that fighting publicly would ensure she never saw me again.<\/p>\n
So she waited.<\/p>\n
She visited.<\/p>\n
Those visits became memories I had filed under \u201cAunt Rebecca.\u201d<\/p>\n
Trips to museums.<\/p>\n
A weekend at the lake.<\/p>\n
Books sent on birthdays.<\/p>\n
Her sitting beside me when I was sick at age seven.<\/p>\n
\u201cLinda let you visit me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUntil you were eleven.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered that age.<\/p>\n
Rebecca abruptly moved overseas, according to the story I was told.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe found out I was trying to contact Marcus,\u201d Rebecca said.<\/p>\n
Linda had intercepted a letter.<\/p>\n
After that, access to me became conditional.<\/p>\n
Rebecca could see me only if she stopped investigating my parentage.<\/p>\n
She agreed again.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou kept agreeing.\u201d<\/p>\n
The bitterness slipped out before I could stop it.<\/p>\n
Rebecca didn\u2019t defend herself.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer hurt more than an excuse might have.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was afraid of losing even the little access I had.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you let me believe she was my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Robert was my father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Robert know?\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe always knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Robert had taught me to ride a bicycle.<\/p>\n
He attended my school concerts.<\/p>\n
He sat in the front row at my university graduation.<\/p>\n
He called me every birthday.<\/p>\n
He had known he was my uncle every day.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Linda get from this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour grandfather\u2019s trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
That brought us back to the money.<\/p>\n
Arthur changed his estate plan after I was born.<\/p>\n
He created a trust benefiting Rebecca and me.<\/p>\n
Linda was excluded.<\/p>\n
Robert received separate property and business interests.<\/p>\n
Arthur apparently feared Linda\u2019s influence but still allowed her to raise me because he believed Robert could control the situation.<\/p>\n
He had miscalculated.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did Linda begin taking money?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca said, \u201cBefore your grandfather died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Small transfers at first.<\/p>\n
Payments through businesses.<\/p>\n
Then larger amounts after his death.<\/p>\n
Robert helped hide them.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe claims he didn\u2019t know how bad it became.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s true in the way cowards tell the truth,\u201d Rebecca said.<\/p>\n
Grant looked toward the speaker.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is unusually specific.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew enough to stop it. He chose not to.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of Dad telling me to calm down while almost a million dollars disappeared.<\/p>\n
That sentence finally made sense.<\/p>\n
He had been calming things down for decades.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was the account opened when I was nineteen?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cA holding account connected to your trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy was Rebecca listed as beneficiary?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Arthur\u2019s original structure required that if something happened to you before full distribution, your share reverted to Rebecca.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut she was legally dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly. Linda assumed that made the designation harmless.\u201d<\/p>\n
Instead, Rebecca\u2019s legal reappearance threatened everything.<\/p>\n
If she proved she was alive, old trust provisions could activate.<\/p>\n
Account ownership could be challenged.<\/p>\n
Property transfers could be reviewed.<\/p>\n
Fraud hidden for years could surface.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Greenwich house contains the original records,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Rebecca replied.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would Grandfather hide records there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe trusted paper more than people.\u201d<\/p>\n
Apparently Arthur had built a concealed document compartment during renovations decades earlier.<\/p>\n
Rebecca learned about it from an old property manager.<\/p>\n
She believed the compartment held duplicates of trust amendments, letters, and ledger pages.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you find them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to the rest?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLinda burned what she could.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant moved closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you currently possess?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not an acceptable legal description.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca ignored her.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmily, I have the original letter your grandfather wrote you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one from the red folder?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven\u2019t read all of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed without humor.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat family tradition is becoming impressive.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus spoke gently.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wanted you to open it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou work at my bank.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy career recovered years ago. The accusations against me collapsed when evidence was found to be fabricated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know the Wilson family still banked there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew some entities did. I had no reason to connect your account to Rebecca.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo when my fraud case landed on your desk\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI saw only a customer whose signature appeared duplicated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen when did you realize?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter you sent the catering agreement.\u201d<\/p>\n
The signature.<\/p>\n
Marcus had seen it before.<\/p>\n
Not mine.<\/p>\n
Rebecca\u2019s.<\/p>\n
\u201cOur signatures look alike?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVery.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca laughed softly through her tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour handwriting was already like mine when you were ten.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus began checking archived account records while speaking to me.<\/p>\n
Then he found the hidden trust account.<\/p>\n
Then Rebecca\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
He contacted her.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was already on her way to St. Catherine\u2019s,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
I pressed two fingers against my forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should have told Grant immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did tell my bank\u2019s legal department. Then I called Rebecca.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou chose her first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
At least he didn\u2019t lie.<\/p>\n
Grant\u2019s phone vibrated.<\/p>\n
She read a message.<\/p>\n
\u201cOfficers are entering St. Catherine\u2019s now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI see them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStay where you are.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will.\u201d<\/p>\n
I picked up my bag.<\/p>\n
Grant looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re not going anywhere.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m going to the hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmily.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf the records there concern my birth, I am going.\u201d<\/p>\n
She studied me for several seconds.<\/p>\n
Then gathered her coat.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n
St. Catherine\u2019s maternity archive occupied the basement of an older building no longer used for deliveries.<\/p>\n
A records administrator met us beside rows of compact shelving.<\/p>\n
Marcus stood near a metal table.<\/p>\n
I recognized his voice before his face.<\/p>\n
He was taller than Robert, silver beginning at his temples, with tired eyes that looked unexpectedly familiar.<\/p>\n
Mine, I realized.<\/p>\n
Or mine looked like his.<\/p>\n
Neither of us moved to hug.<\/p>\n
I was grateful.<\/p>\n
Rebecca stood beside him.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
That was still difficult to process.<\/p>\n
She looked older than the woman in my funeral memories.<\/p>\n
Of course she did.<\/p>\n
Twelve years had happened to her while I thought she was underground.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello, Emily.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wanted to say something devastating.<\/p>\n
Instead I asked, \u201cWhere are the records?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca nodded toward an archival box.<\/p>\n
Inside were copies of maternity logs.<\/p>\n
My birth appeared under Rebecca Wilson\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
Mother: Rebecca Anne Wilson.<\/p>\n
Father: not listed.<\/p>\n
Infant: female.<\/p>\n
Temporary guardians authorized: Robert and Linda Wilson.<\/p>\n
Temporary.<\/p>\n
The word looked almost obscene.<\/p>\n
Grant photographed every page.<\/p>\n
Then the administrator brought another envelope.<\/p>\n
It had been sealed into the old hospital file.<\/p>\n
The outside bore Grandfather\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
FOR EMILY ONLY.<\/p>\n
My hands finally shook.<\/p>\n
I opened it.<\/p>\n
The letter was six pages.<\/p>\n
Arthur admitted he had manipulated Rebecca and Marcus apart.<\/p>\n
He admitted allowing Robert and Linda to take me temporarily.<\/p>\n
He claimed he later regretted it.<\/p>\n
He described Linda as increasingly possessive.<\/p>\n
He wrote that by the time he tried to correct the arrangement, I was old enough that exposing the truth would cause severe damage.<\/p>\n
So he postponed.<\/p>\n
Then postponed again.<\/p>\n
Cowardice disguised as concern.<\/p>\n
It ran through my family like inherited property.<\/p>\n
Near the end, Arthur wrote that he had created financial protections because he had failed to protect me personally.<\/p>\n
The final paragraph contained something stranger.<\/p>\n
If Linda ever tells you she did everything for Jackson, do not believe her. Jackson is not the reason. He is the leverage.<\/p>\n
I read it twice.<\/p>\n
\u201cLeverage for what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca took the page.<\/p>\n
Her face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve never seen this sentence.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus looked over her shoulder.<\/p>\n
Grant asked the question I had already begun asking myself.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly was Linda using Jackson to control?\u201d<\/p>\n
No one knew.<\/p>\n
Then Marcus\u2019s phone rang.<\/p>\n
He answered.<\/p>\n
The bank\u2019s legal director spoke rapidly enough that I heard pieces from several feet away.<\/p>\n
Another account.<\/p>\n
Emergency withdrawal.<\/p>\n
Authorized minutes ago.<\/p>\n
Marcus went pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
He ended the call.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe frozen $960,000 is still secure.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat account?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeven million.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho withdrew it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot Linda.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at Rebecca.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe authorization came from Jackson.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cJackson is in police custody.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus turned his screen toward Grant.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe authorization was scheduled forty-eight hours ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before the wedding.<\/p>\n
Before the bank transfer.<\/p>\n
Before I discovered anything.<\/p>\n
Jackson had arranged to move seven million dollars from Robert\u2019s private accounts if certain conditions were met.<\/p>\n
Grant read the trigger clause.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat conditions?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf the Greenwich purchase failed.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward Rebecca.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Jackson wasn\u2019t just doing what Linda asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Marcus said.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe had a second plan.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant read the destination account.<\/p>\n
A company registered in Nevada.<\/p>\n
Its director was someone none of us recognized.<\/p>\n
Then Rebecca leaned closer.<\/p>\n
She recognized the address.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not Nevada.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe company is registered there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe mailing address.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca touched the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that building.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBoston.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus looked at her.<\/p>\n
Rebecca\u2019s face had lost all color.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt belonged to Arthur\u2019s old attorney.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one who prepared the trust?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs he alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho inherited the office?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca whispered the name.<\/p>\n
\u201cJackson.\u201d<\/p>\n
For several seconds after Marcus Hale said, \u201cI\u2019m your father,\u201d I heard nothing except the faint electronic hiss of the phone line. Detective Grant stood beside me in the interview … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2166,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2171","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\/2171","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=2171"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2171\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2195,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2171\/revisions\/2195"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2166"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2171"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2171"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2171"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}