Jackson should not have been in Charles Shaw\u2019s passenger seat.<\/p>\n
Detective Grant said that twice.<\/p>\n
The first time sounded like disbelief.<\/p>\n
The second sounded like accusation directed at everyone responsible for keeping him in custody.<\/p>\n
We watched the traffic-camera footage on a monitor in the station\u2019s operations room. The image was grainy, captured from above the intersection where Linda\u2019s transport vehicle had been struck. The black SUV entered against the light, accelerated instead of braking, and hit the police vehicle near its rear quarter panel.<\/p>\n
The collision spun Linda\u2019s vehicle almost completely around.<\/p>\n
The SUV\u2019s airbags deployed.<\/p>\n
Its windshield cracked.<\/p>\n
Yet less than thirty seconds later it drove away.<\/p>\n
A second camera caught the driver clearly enough.<\/p>\n
Charles.<\/p>\n
Beside him sat Jackson.<\/p>\n
\u201cFind out exactly when Jackson left detention,\u201d Grant told an officer.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe electronic log shows him inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen the log is wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer was already pulling surveillance footage.<\/p>\n
Marcus stood beside me, one hand braced against the table. Rebecca remained near the doorway. Neither spoke.<\/p>\n
My thoughts were elsewhere.<\/p>\n
Linda.<\/p>\n
The woman who had stolen from me, forged my signature, helped conceal my identity, and spent decades turning my life into an asset she believed she managed.<\/p>\n
I should have felt nothing when Grant said her transport had been rammed.<\/p>\n
Instead I had asked whether she was alive before asking who had escaped.<\/p>\n
That bothered me.<\/p>\n
Family bonds did not disappear when facts changed.<\/p>\n
Apparently neither did reflexes.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow badly is she hurt?\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant glanced toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cCuts. Possible concussion. She\u2019s conscious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the officer?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBroken arm. Stable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas Charles trying to kill her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca answered from behind us.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cCharles doesn\u2019t create accidents to frighten people.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words carried history.<\/p>\n
Her boat.<\/p>\n
Victor\u2019s death.<\/p>\n
Perhaps Arthur\u2019s.<\/p>\n
Grant said, \u201cYou don\u2019t know that Charles caused your explosion.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I know someone paid for it. I know Linda was involved. And now I know Charles was controlling money around her at the same time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKnowing is different from proving.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve had twelve years to appreciate that distinction.\u201d<\/p>\n
The detention footage appeared.<\/p>\n
At 4:11 that afternoon, Jackson entered a holding cell.<\/p>\n
At 4:38, an officer brought him water.<\/p>\n
At 5:02, another detainee passed through the corridor.<\/p>\n
At 5:17, the camera image flickered.<\/p>\n
Then froze.<\/p>\n
Not black.<\/p>\n
Frozen.<\/p>\n
The timestamp continued advancing over a still image.<\/p>\n
Grant leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSix minutes, fourteen seconds.\u201d<\/p>\n
When the feed resumed, Jackson appeared inside again.<\/p>\n
Except something was wrong.<\/p>\n
His shirt.<\/p>\n
Before the interruption, the top button was open.<\/p>\n
Afterward, it was closed.<\/p>\n
His hair was damp near one temple.<\/p>\n
\u201cZoom in,\u201d Grant said.<\/p>\n
The technician did.<\/p>\n
There was a dark mark beside Jackson\u2019s collar.<\/p>\n
Blood.<\/p>\n
Someone had entered that cell.<\/p>\n
Jackson had left.<\/p>\n
Then returned.<\/p>\n
Except the traffic collision happened thirty-seven minutes later.<\/p>\n
\u201cImpossible,\u201d Marcus said.<\/p>\n
Grant shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cUnless that isn\u2019t live footage.\u201d<\/p>\n
They checked the recording metadata.<\/p>\n
The post-interruption video had been inserted from an earlier segment.<\/p>\n
Jackson had escaped at 5:17.<\/p>\n
Everything afterward showing him in custody was recycled footage.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho had access to the system?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSix people.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant\u2019s expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cLock down the building.\u201d<\/p>\n
The possibility of an accomplice inside the department changed the room instantly.<\/p>\n
Doors closed.<\/p>\n
Phones began ringing.<\/p>\n
Supervisors arrived.<\/p>\n
Grant moved me, Rebecca, and Marcus into a secure interview room.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t like being locked in rooms,\u201d Rebecca said.<\/p>\n
\u201cTonight you\u2019re going to learn.\u201d<\/p>\n
Twenty minutes later, Grant returned.<\/p>\n
One detention officer was missing.<\/p>\n
Ethan Cole.<\/p>\n
Twenty-nine.<\/p>\n
Four years with the department.<\/p>\n
His locker had been emptied.<\/p>\n
His personal car remained outside.<\/p>\n
A search of financial records showed something more useful.<\/p>\n
Six months earlier, Cole\u2019s mother had received $84,000 toward a mortgage payoff.<\/p>\n
The money came from a charitable foundation.<\/p>\n
The foundation was controlled by Archer Seven.<\/p>\n
Jackson had bought his exit before his wedding.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat means the escape wasn\u2019t improvised,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Charles didn\u2019t rescue him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJackson arranged for Charles to pick him up.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s where the evidence points.\u201d<\/p>\n
That mattered.<\/p>\n
Until then, I had imagined Charles as the architect and Jackson as the younger man who had learned to imitate him.<\/p>\n
The detention video suggested another possibility.<\/p>\n
Jackson had anticipated arrest.<\/p>\n
He had prepared an escape route.<\/p>\n
He had arranged a corrupt officer.<\/p>\n
Maybe Charles was not controlling Jackson anymore.<\/p>\n
Maybe Jackson had begun controlling Charles.<\/p>\n
Linda was transferred to a hospital under armed guard.<\/p>\n
She asked for me.<\/p>\n
Grant refused at first.<\/p>\n
Linda asked again.<\/p>\n
This time she said she had information about Charles.<\/p>\n
We drove to the hospital shortly before midnight.<\/p>\n
Linda lay in a private room with a bandage across her forehead and bruising along one cheek. A uniformed officer stood outside.<\/p>\n
When I entered, she looked relieved.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmily.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remained near the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou wanted me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSit down.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m fine here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes moved toward Grant.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to speak to my daughter alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt the word land.<\/p>\n
Daughter.<\/p>\n
Once, it would have worked.<\/p>\n
Now it sounded like a claim she had no right to make.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe stays.\u201d<\/p>\n
Linda looked at me for several seconds.<\/p>\n
Then nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cCharles is going to kill Jackson.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJackson escaped with him voluntarily.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe paid an officer months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Linda\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n
That was the first useful thing she gave us.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me he had contingencies.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat contingencies?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wouldn\u2019t say.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy was Charles trying to hit your vehicle?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her gaze moved toward the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I stopped cooperating.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stopped cooperating after forging my signature, trying to move millions, burning evidence, and helping Jackson take my trust?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not asking you to forgive me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m telling you Charles changed the plan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was the original plan?\u201d<\/p>\n
She hesitated.<\/p>\n
Grant said, \u201cMrs. Wilson, this is the moment when partial truth becomes useless.\u201d<\/p>\n
Linda closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe original plan was to get the Greenwich property, recover Arthur\u2019s documents, validate Emily\u2019s acknowledgment, and settle the trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSettle it how?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJackson would become successor beneficiary.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI would retain management authority.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCharles?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was supposed to receive twelve million.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus had been right about the scale.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat changed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCharles found Amendment Eight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe realized Jackson could never automatically inherit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut my signature could terminate the amendment.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo why kill you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Linda\u2019s face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause there\u2019s another requirement.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe acknowledgment must survive a challenge period.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThirty days.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThirty days from the wedding?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf I challenge it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt becomes disputed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI already challenged the transfer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot the acknowledgment itself.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus swore quietly.<\/p>\n
The fraud investigation had frozen money.<\/p>\n
It had not formally challenged the trust acknowledgment.<\/p>\n
Different document.<\/p>\n
Different proceeding.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen file the challenge now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant was already reaching for her phone.<\/p>\n
Linda shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Charles has the original.\u201d<\/p>\n
The copy we found on Jackson\u2019s laptop could be challenged.<\/p>\n
But the executed original supposedly contained an independent certification.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom Caroline Reeves?\u201d<\/p>\n
Linda nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cForged.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo it\u2019s fraud.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what are you afraid of?\u201d<\/p>\n
Linda looked directly at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cCharles has a video.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat video?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe rehearsal dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n
A camera had recorded me signing the villa release.<\/p>\n
From the angle, the hidden trust pages were beneath it.<\/p>\n
The video showed me flipping pages.<\/p>\n
Signing.<\/p>\n
Initialing.<\/p>\n
It could be edited to make it appear I had knowingly reviewed the acknowledgment.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe planned all of this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCharles plans everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cJackson did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Linda looked away.<\/p>\n
That confirmed it again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did Jackson learn Charles was his father?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeven years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
The same period as the recording we found.<\/p>\n
Linda had hidden Charles\u2019s identity from Jackson until he discovered payments and began investigating.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened when he found out?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe hated me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor lying?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor making him think Robert was weak when Robert was the only father who actually loved him.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was the first compassionate thing Linda had said about Robert.<\/p>\n
Maybe it was true.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he meet Charles?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSecretly?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen Archer Seven began.\u201d<\/p>\n
Linda nodded.<\/p>\n
Jackson and Charles built the company together.<\/p>\n
At first, Jackson wanted proof of what Linda and Charles had done.<\/p>\n
Then he discovered Arthur\u2019s trust.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe decided it should belong to him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he believed Arthur stole his place in the family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wasn\u2019t Arthur\u2019s descendant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t care.\u201d<\/p>\n
Linda swallowed painfully.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said blood had never mattered to any of us before, so why should it matter when money was involved?\u201d<\/p>\n
That sounded exactly like Jackson.<\/p>\n
Grant asked about the collision.<\/p>\n
Linda said Charles had contacted her shortly before she was transported.<\/p>\n
He wanted the location of a document.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat document?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur\u2019s sealed instruction.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAmendment Eight?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Linda looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cA letter of direction attached to the trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expect me to believe that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never found it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho has it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca.\u201d<\/p>\n
Behind me, Rebecca became completely still.<\/p>\n
Linda saw her.<\/p>\n
For the first time since I had known them both as adults, the two women looked at each other without the old roles between them.<\/p>\n
Not mother and aunt.<\/p>\n
Not sisters-in-law.<\/p>\n
Two women who had spent thirty years on opposite sides of my life.<\/p>\n
Rebecca said, \u201cI don\u2019t have it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, you do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur gave it to you before he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe gave me dozens of documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA sealed blue envelope.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
I saw the memory arrive.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember an envelope.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI left it in Montreal.\u201d<\/p>\n
Linda tried to sit up.<\/p>\n
\u201cCharles cannot get it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant intervened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere in Montreal?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca hesitated.<\/p>\n
I understood why.<\/p>\n
For twelve years, secrecy had kept her alive.<\/p>\n
Now every secret she protected seemed to create another danger.<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf that envelope affects my trust, you don\u2019t get to hide it from me.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words hurt her.<\/p>\n
Good.<\/p>\n
Maybe they needed to.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s in a private storage vault.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant asked for the address.<\/p>\n
Rebecca gave it.<\/p>\n
Then Linda said, \u201cYou\u2019re too late.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJackson knows about Montreal.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told him years ago you once kept records there.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant was already coordinating with Canadian authorities.<\/p>\n
The vault could be secured.<\/p>\n
But Rebecca shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t registered in my name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at Marcus.<\/p>\n
His expression shifted.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Rebecca said, \u201cI used Marcus\u2019s name.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou opened a vault in my name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwelve years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWithout telling me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI needed an identity Linda wouldn\u2019t connect to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Linda laughed weakly from the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Jackson connected it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus asked how.<\/p>\n
Linda answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Jackson has been reading your bank\u2019s internal records.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Marcus\u2019s face went blank.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe has someone inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant looked sharply at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Linda whispered, \u201cNeither do I.\u201d<\/p>\n
My missing money had begun with a bank access problem.<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s old profile had supposedly remained connected to my accounts through a migration error.<\/p>\n
Maybe it had never been an error.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarcus,\u201d I said, \u201cwho investigated the profile link?\u201d<\/p>\n
He took out his phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cA systems administrator.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cName?\u201d<\/p>\n
He searched.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel Cole.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cCole?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus nodded.<\/p>\n
The detention officer who helped Jackson escape was Ethan Cole.<\/p>\n
Daniel Cole was his older brother.<\/p>\n
Two brothers.<\/p>\n
One inside the police department.<\/p>\n
One inside the bank.<\/p>\n
Jackson had prepared both sides.<\/p>\n
Grant immediately ordered Daniel\u2019s credentials suspended.<\/p>\n
Too late.<\/p>\n
Marcus received a security alert.<\/p>\n
Someone had accessed archival trust records using Daniel\u2019s credentials eighteen minutes earlier.<\/p>\n
The search terms were visible.<\/p>\n
ARTHUR WILSON.<\/p>\n
REBECCA WILSON.<\/p>\n
MARCUS HALE.<\/p>\n
MONTREAL.<\/p>\n
And one final phrase.<\/p>\n
LETTER OF DIRECTION.<\/p>\n
Rebecca grabbed her coat.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have to get there.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant stopped her.<\/p>\n
\u201cCanadian police will secure the vault.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe envelope isn\u2019t the only thing inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA DNA sample.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went silent.<\/p>\n
Rebecca had taken a blood-stained handkerchief from Arthur\u2019s study after his death because she distrusted the circumstances.<\/p>\n
She preserved it through a private laboratory.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Charles gets it, he\u2019ll destroy the last independent biological evidence connected to Arthur.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy does that matter? We already know Jackson isn\u2019t his son.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t for Jackson.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who?\u201d<\/p>\n
Before she could answer, Grant\u2019s phone rang.<\/p>\n
Canadian authorities had reached the Montreal vault.<\/p>\n
The door was open.<\/p>\n
No forced entry.<\/p>\n
The attendant had admitted someone using valid authorization issued under Marcus Hale\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
Security footage showed a man leaving with a blue envelope and a refrigerated evidence container.<\/p>\n
Charles Shaw.<\/p>\n
But he had not gone alone.<\/p>\n
Walking beside him was the bank administrator whose credentials had just been suspended.<\/p>\n
Daniel Cole.<\/p>\n
Grant asked where they went.<\/p>\n
The answer came seconds later.<\/p>\n
A private airfield.<\/p>\n
A charter jet had departed forty minutes ago.<\/p>\n
Destination: New York.<\/p>\n
Charles was coming back.<\/p>\n
And whatever Arthur\u2019s final instruction said, he was bringing the one piece of evidence Rebecca had protected for twelve years directly into the country where Jackson was waiting.<\/p>\n
Jackson should not have been in Charles Shaw\u2019s passenger seat. Detective Grant said that twice. The first time sounded like disbelief. The second sounded like accusation directed at everyone responsible … <\/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-2175","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\/2175","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=2175"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2175\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2199,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2175\/revisions\/2199"}],"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=2175"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2175"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2175"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}