Brian volunteered before Detective Harris finished reading the message.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris's answer was immediate.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wants me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn't mean we deliver you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe has Victor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe'll kill him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe may kill him regardless.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brian stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo we do nothing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe build an operation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't have time.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris's expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour recent experience ducking one bullet does not make you qualified to run hostage negotiations.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel moved between them before Brian answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cArguing wastes the same time you're both worried about.\u201d<\/p>\n
That ended it.<\/p>\n
The hospital remained locked down while state police searched every exit and maintenance route.<\/p>\n
Kessler had prepared carefully.<\/p>\n
He used a service lift to move Victor to the loading area during the blackout.<\/p>\n
A stolen ambulance left less than ninety seconds later.<\/p>\n
The vehicle's GPS unit had been disabled.<\/p>\n
A traffic camera caught it heading north.<\/p>\n
Toward Bellweather Lake.<\/p>\n
Kessler wanted Brian there.<\/p>\n
But I no longer believed that was the whole plan.<\/p>\n
Neither did Daniel.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy Bellweather?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Brian answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad's cabin.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one Linda owned?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut police already searched it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kessler knew investigators had been there.<\/p>\n
That made the location terrible for hiding and excellent for a controlled confrontation.<\/p>\n
He wanted us to think the cabin was the destination.<\/p>\n
Thomas had taught us enough by then to distrust obvious destinations.<\/p>\n
Brian suddenly remembered the photographs from the hidden compartment.<\/p>\n
Thomas, Victor, and Noah at the lake.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is Noah?\u201d<\/p>\n
We still didn't know.<\/p>\n
Harris searched the newly recovered archive.<\/p>\n
This time the answer appeared.<\/p>\n
Noah Hale.<\/p>\n
Victor's son.<\/p>\n
Not listed in public records under that name.<\/p>\n
Born shortly after Victor disappeared.<\/p>\n
Raised using his mother's surname.<\/p>\n
Currently twenty-one.<\/p>\n
Living less than forty miles from Bellweather Lake.<\/p>\n
Victor had another vulnerability.<\/p>\n
Kessler might know about him.<\/p>\n
State police were dispatched to Noah's registered address.<\/p>\n
Empty.<\/p>\n
His phone went directly to voicemail.<\/p>\n
A neighbor reported seeing him leave earlier with an older man.<\/p>\n
Description matched Edward Kessler.<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe has Noah too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris nodded.<\/p>\n
Now the trap had three pieces.<\/p>\n
Victor.<\/p>\n
Brian.<\/p>\n
Noah.<\/p>\n
Samuel's son and Victor's son.<\/p>\n
Two families shaped by the same secret war.<\/p>\n
Then Patricia asked to speak.<\/p>\n
She had been transported back under state custody after the hospital incident. Two officers stood beside her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is another place at Bellweather.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brian looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas built it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat place?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAn underground storm shelter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brian frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the cabin?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAcross the lake.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI spent every summer there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou weren't supposed to know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia described an old service road ending near an abandoned ranger station.<\/p>\n
Behind it, concealed beneath brush, was a concrete shelter Thomas had modified.<\/p>\n
It had stored records and emergency supplies.<\/p>\n
Victor had used it during his first years in hiding.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn't you tell police?\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia looked ashamed.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I thought it was empty.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brian laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're still doing it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDeciding by yourself which facts everyone else deserves.\u201d<\/p>\n
She lowered her eyes.<\/p>\n
Harris immediately sent the location to tactical units.<\/p>\n
But Patricia wasn't finished.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is a tunnel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom where?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe shelter to an old drainage outlet near the lake.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDistance?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe two hundred yards.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAny other exits?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brian stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
At least she had finally learned to say it.<\/p>\n
State police began surrounding both the cabin and the ranger station.<\/p>\n
Nobody wanted Brian involved.<\/p>\n
Kessler did.<\/p>\n
That gave investigators leverage.<\/p>\n
They could use communication with Brian to delay him.<\/p>\n
A phone recovered from Victor's abandoned hospital room rang.<\/p>\n
Unknown number.<\/p>\n
Harris answered.<\/p>\n
Edward Kessler's voice came through.<\/p>\n
\u201cPut Brian on.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris said, \u201cVictor first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWrong answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
A gunshot sounded.<\/p>\n
Everyone froze.<\/p>\n
Then Victor shouted in the background.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
Kessler returned.<\/p>\n
\u201cBrian.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris looked at my husband.<\/p>\n
Brian nodded.<\/p>\n
The phone was placed on speaker.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kessler laughed softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sound like Samuel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wouldn't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI had a father.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas lied to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas raised me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBlood doesn't care.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brian looked at Patricia.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. People care. Blood just sits there.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel glanced at me.<\/p>\n
It was the first thing Brian had said in months that sounded entirely like himself.<\/p>\n
Kessler's voice hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome to Bellweather.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRelease Victor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou aren't negotiating.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen shoot me through the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Brian continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need me alive or you wouldn't have spent years hiding who my father was.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kessler said nothing.<\/p>\n
That meant Brian had found something useful.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need the trust,\u201d Brian said.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe trust is yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor says it's bait.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
Kessler's breathing changed.<\/p>\n
He hadn't known Victor had told us.<\/p>\n
Brian pressed.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel didn't leave me North August. He left a trap.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know nothing about Samuel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know he abandoned a pregnant woman and ran a criminal network. I'm comfortable with the summary.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia looked at her son.<\/p>\n
Something like pride passed across her face.<\/p>\n
Kessler said, \u201cAsk your mother what Thomas did to keep Samuel away.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brian looked at Patricia but didn't ask.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't care.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou will.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRelease Victor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBellweather. One hour.\u201d<\/p>\n
The call ended.<\/p>\n
Harris immediately began coordinating.<\/p>\n
Brian would go.<\/p>\n
Not alone.<\/p>\n
Not unprotected.<\/p>\n
A tactical team would control the approach.<\/p>\n
Tracking equipment would be hidden on him.<\/p>\n
Negotiators would monitor every word.<\/p>\n
I was ordered to remain at the command post.<\/p>\n
Then my phone buzzed.<\/p>\n
A text from an unknown number.<\/p>\n
Not Brian's.<\/p>\n
Not Kessler's known number.<\/p>\n
Three words.<\/p>\n
YOU COME TOO.<\/p>\n
I showed Harris.<\/p>\n
He took the phone.<\/p>\n
Another message appeared.<\/p>\n
THOMAS CHOSE YOU.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
BRING THE ORIGINAL.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe microSD card,\u201d Daniel said.<\/p>\n
Harris shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cKessler doesn't know police already imaged it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe may think destroying the card destroys the evidence.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we give him a copy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another message.<\/p>\n
NO COPY.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
How would he know?<\/p>\n
Daniel answered the question.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe doesn't. He's testing us.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris agreed.<\/p>\n
A decoy card was prepared.<\/p>\n
I still wasn't going.<\/p>\n
Then a photograph arrived.<\/p>\n
Victor sat inside a concrete room.<\/p>\n
Beside him was Noah.<\/p>\n
And behind Noah, taped to the wall, was a photograph of Rachel.<\/p>\n
My blood went cold.<\/p>\n
I called her.<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Harris contacted the officers assigned to her hotel.<\/p>\n
One answered.<\/p>\n
Rachel was safe.<\/p>\n
She was sitting in the room with them.<\/p>\n
The photograph was old.<\/p>\n
Taken outside the hospital.<\/p>\n
Kessler was proving reach, not possession.<\/p>\n
Still, the message was clear.<\/p>\n
He had studied everyone around me.<\/p>\n
Thomas had chosen me because I was supposed to be invisible.<\/p>\n
Now invisibility was gone.<\/p>\n
I looked at Harris.<\/p>\n
\u201cI go.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe expects me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich is why you don't.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Brian arrives alone, Kessler knows we ignored the instruction.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe already knows police will be involved.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe may not know how much.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel surprised me.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe may be right.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris glared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're her attorney.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly. I would prefer my client alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen act like it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel didn't move.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Kessler believes Angela has the original archive, she has bargaining value. Keeping her completely outside may cause him to conclude the operation is compromised before contact.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris hated the logic.<\/p>\n
So did I.<\/p>\n
But tactical command eventually approved a controlled approach.<\/p>\n
Brian and I would travel in separate vehicles.<\/p>\n
Neither vehicle would go directly to the cabin.<\/p>\n
Police would establish overwatch.<\/p>\n
The decoy card would remain with me.<\/p>\n
Before leaving, Patricia asked for one minute with us.<\/p>\n
Brian nearly refused.<\/p>\n
I said yes.<\/p>\n
She stood behind a glass partition.<\/p>\n
No touching.<\/p>\n
No private conversation.<\/p>\n
She looked at Brian first.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn't answer.<\/p>\n
Then she looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is no apology big enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost told her not to use those words.<\/p>\n
Instead I waited.<\/p>\n
She continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI chose you because Brian trusted me.\u201d<\/p>\n
My jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd because I thought you would survive it.\u201d<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were stronger than he was.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brian flinched.<\/p>\n
Patricia looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou always needed certainty. Angela could live with questions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn't justify anything,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked back at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told myself you would prove the truth eventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou gambled my life on that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy reputation.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped closer to the glass.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen stop calling what you did protection.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia nodded.<\/p>\n
For once, she didn't defend herself.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat I believe.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was not forgiveness.<\/p>\n
But it was true.<\/p>\n
Before we left, she gave Brian one final piece of information.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas marked the shelter exits with numbers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat numbers?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDates.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brian laughed softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia almost smiled through tears.<\/p>\n
Then she said, \u201cYour birthday was one.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brian's expression changed.<\/p>\n
Thomas had built his son's birth date into the escape system.<\/p>\n
Not Samuel's son.<\/p>\n
His son.<\/p>\n
We drove north after sunset.<\/p>\n
Police lights stayed far behind.<\/p>\n
The lake road narrowed through dense pine.<\/p>\n
I rode with Harris.<\/p>\n
Brian followed in an unmarked vehicle.<\/p>\n
The decoy card rested inside my coat.<\/p>\n
At the final checkpoint, we left the cars.<\/p>\n
Cold air came off the water.<\/p>\n
No moon.<\/p>\n
The cabin stood dark across the trees.<\/p>\n
But thermal surveillance showed nobody inside.<\/p>\n
The ranger station was empty too.<\/p>\n
Then tactical officers located the storm-shelter entrance.<\/p>\n
Open.<\/p>\n
Fresh footprints led downward.<\/p>\n
Harris whispered into his radio.<\/p>\n
The team entered.<\/p>\n
Empty room.<\/p>\n
Blood on the floor.<\/p>\n
Two chairs.<\/p>\n
Rope.<\/p>\n
No Victor.<\/p>\n
No Noah.<\/p>\n
A speaker sat on a table.<\/p>\n
It activated.<\/p>\n
Kessler's recorded voice filled the shelter.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas always liked misdirection.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brian swore.<\/p>\n
I looked around.<\/p>\n
Dates were scratched into the concrete walls.<\/p>\n
One matched Brian's birthday.<\/p>\n
Another matched Thomas's death.<\/p>\n
A third meant nothing to me.<\/p>\n
Then I saw one I recognized.<\/p>\n
The date Victor Hill had entered Mercy General.<\/p>\n
My hospital shift.<\/p>\n
The day he met me.<\/p>\n
Thomas had added it later.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy mark that?\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
Brian touched the numbers.<\/p>\n
\u201cExit routes.\u201d<\/p>\n
We searched the wall.<\/p>\n
Behind the date corresponding to Brian's birthday was a metal latch.<\/p>\n
The panel opened.<\/p>\n
A narrow tunnel stretched into darkness.<\/p>\n
Police entered first.<\/p>\n
The passage descended toward the lake.<\/p>\n
Halfway through, it split.<\/p>\n
Two dates.<\/p>\n
Thomas's death.<\/p>\n
Victor's hospital visit.<\/p>\n
Brian looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad gave us separate paths.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
We chose Victor's date.<\/p>\n
The tunnel emerged near an old boathouse hidden beneath trees.<\/p>\n
A lantern burned inside.<\/p>\n
Victor sat tied to a chair.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
Alone.<\/p>\n
Harris rushed forward.<\/p>\n
Victor shook his head violently.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't!\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cTripwire.\u201d<\/p>\n
A thin line crossed the floor.<\/p>\n
Tactical officers moved carefully.<\/p>\n
Victor whispered, \u201cNoah.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKessler took him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAcross the lake.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brian stared through the open boathouse doors.<\/p>\n
A faint light glowed on the opposite shore.<\/p>\n
An old structure stood there.<\/p>\n
I recognized it from Thomas's photographs.<\/p>\n
The fishing dock.<\/p>\n
The place where Tom, Eddie, Sam, and Victor had once stood together.<\/p>\n
Kessler had brought the story back to where their alliance began.<\/p>\n
Harris cut Victor free after the trap was disabled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat's over there?\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor looked exhausted.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe original North August office.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brian frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt a lake?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel hid records there before the company existed on paper.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does Kessler want?\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor looked at Brian.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel left one final document.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe trust?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cA confession.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel Kessler had recorded evidence against his own brother shortly before his death.<\/p>\n
Not because he became honorable.<\/p>\n
Because Edward was trying to take control.<\/p>\n
Samuel created insurance.<\/p>\n
Thomas stole it.<\/p>\n
Victor hid it.<\/p>\n
If released, the recording could connect Edward directly to years of violence and prove Sheriff Colton's involvement.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is it?\u201d Harris asked.<\/p>\n
Victor looked toward the opposite shore.<\/p>\n
\u201cInside that building.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Noah?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith Eddie.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brian stared across the black water.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we're going.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor grabbed his arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause that's what he wants.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brian pulled free.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe has a twenty-one-year-old kid at gunpoint.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wants you more.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen he gets me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped between them.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brian looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't get to sacrifice yourself because you're guilty about what happened to us.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't why.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Thomas spent my whole life keeping me away from these people.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked across the lake.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf I run now, Edward keeps choosing who pays for my safety.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood.<\/p>\n
I hated that I understood.<\/p>\n
Harris began preparing the crossing.<\/p>\n
Then Victor caught my sleeve.<\/p>\n
\u201cAngela.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is something you need to know before you go over there.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression frightened me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel's confession isn't only about Edward.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
Victor looked at Brian.<\/p>\n
Then back at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt names the person who ordered Linda Grant's death.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSheriff Colton?\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEdward?\u201d<\/p>\n
Again, no.<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor whispered the answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cPatricia.\u201d<\/p>\n
Across the lake, a light switched on.<\/p>\n
And Brian, standing only a few feet away, had heard every word.<\/p>\n
Brian volunteered before Detective Harris finished reading the message. \u201cNo.\u201d Harris's answer was immediate. \u201cHe wants me.\u201d \u201cThat doesn't mean we deliver you.\u201d \u201cHe has Victor.\u201d \u201cWe know.\u201d \u201cHe'll kill … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2335,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2347","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\/2347","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=2347"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2347\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2371,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2347\/revisions\/2371"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2335"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2347"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2347"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2347"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}