Sheriff Mercer stared at the photograph longer than I did.<\/p>\n
That frightened me.<\/p>\n
She had seen threats before.<\/p>\n
She had seen dead bodies.<\/p>\n
She had listened to my mother beg for help on a recording without losing control.<\/p>\n
But the initials R.M. had changed something in her.<\/p>\n
Dad saw it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is R.M.?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer did not answer immediately.<\/p>\n
The tactical team was still searching Shaw\u2019s property.<\/p>\n
I watched her receive updates.<\/p>\n
Empty house.<\/p>\n
Fresh coffee.<\/p>\n
Missing laptop.<\/p>\n
One bedroom unused.<\/p>\n
Basement locked.<\/p>\n
\u201cSheriff.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at Dad.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou recognized the initials.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI recognized a possibility.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
She exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert Mallory.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s expression stayed blank.<\/p>\n
Mine too.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer looked toward the closed door.<\/p>\n
\u201cFormer county prosecutor.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cFormer?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow a judge.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room became very quiet.<\/p>\n
I understood before Dad did.<\/p>\n
A deputy could bury complaints.<\/p>\n
A nurse could alter medical records.<\/p>\n
A funeral director could influence post-death procedures.<\/p>\n
But a prosecutor could prevent cases from moving at all.<\/p>\n
Mercer continued carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cJudge Mallory prosecuted this county for sixteen years before taking the bench.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas he prosecutor when Lucas Bell died?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter Lawson?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd nothing happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause of him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe do not know that.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stressed every word.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut if Eleanor documented a connection, we need the journals.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward Vanessa\u2019s interview room.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knows where they are.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer nodded.<\/p>\n
Vanessa initially denied it.<\/p>\n
Then Mercer told her about the photograph at Shaw\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
My face marked NEXT.<\/p>\n
That broke through something.<\/p>\n
Vanessa gripped the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cShaw is alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you need to move Claire.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer\u2019s expression sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is your daughter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBoston.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll contact local authorities.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe has people.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou keep saying that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Grant never told me names.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer said, \u201cWhere are Eleanor\u2019s journals?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa looked toward the mirror again.<\/p>\n
Dad moved closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knows we\u2019re watching.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood,\u201d Mercer said.<\/p>\n
Vanessa finally answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI took them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter Mom died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Shaw was searching the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was there as a deputy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou saw him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe went into the basement while you were upstairs with Natalie.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered the chaos.<\/p>\n
Neighbors.<\/p>\n
Paramedics.<\/p>\n
Uniforms.<\/p>\n
Harold moving between rooms.<\/p>\n
Anyone could have taken almost anything.<\/p>\n
Vanessa said she found Mom\u2019s journals first.<\/p>\n
She removed them.<\/p>\n
She intended to give them to Turner.<\/p>\n
Then Grant discovered she had them.<\/p>\n
He threatened Claire.<\/p>\n
So Vanessa hid them.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn a place Grant would never look.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer waited.<\/p>\n
Vanessa glanced toward the mirror.<\/p>\n
\u201cWith Natalie.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
Dad turned toward me.<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t have journals.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa said, \u201cShe doesn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer asked for an explanation.<\/p>\n
Two weeks after Mom\u2019s death, Vanessa mailed me six boxes of family belongings.<\/p>\n
I remembered.<\/p>\n
Photographs.<\/p>\n
Christmas decorations.<\/p>\n
Old school records.<\/p>\n
Kitchen linens I almost donated.<\/p>\n
Vanessa had insisted Mom wanted me to have them.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich box?\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
Vanessa named it.<\/p>\n
Christmas decorations.<\/p>\n
My pulse jumped.<\/p>\n
That box was still in my apartment storage cage.<\/p>\n
Not upstairs.<\/p>\n
In the basement garage.<\/p>\n
Harold had searched my apartment but not the building storage.<\/p>\n
Unless someone else had.<\/p>\n
Mercer called police near my apartment.<\/p>\n
Officers entered the building basement.<\/p>\n
My storage cage was locked.<\/p>\n
The padlock appeared untouched.<\/p>\n
I gave them permission to cut it.<\/p>\n
While we waited, Dad said, \u201cVanessa hid evidence with you and never told you?\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
He looked toward the glass.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat might have kept you safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOr put a target on me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBoth can be true.\u201d<\/p>\n
The officers opened the box.<\/p>\n
Under tangled lights and ceramic ornaments were four black notebooks wrapped in plastic.<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s journals.<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
Three years.<\/p>\n
They had been less than fifty feet from where I slept.<\/p>\n
The officers photographed each page and sent encrypted copies to Mercer.<\/p>\n
We started with the final journal.<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s handwriting was familiar enough that I could almost hear her speaking.<\/p>\n
The first entries described her suspicion about Grant\u2019s company.<\/p>\n
Missing money.<\/p>\n
Vanessa\u2019s strange behavior.<\/p>\n
Harold becoming defensive whenever Grant was mentioned.<\/p>\n
Then the quarry.<\/p>\n
Mom had learned Lucas Bell recorded illegal dumping.<\/p>\n
Lucas tried to sell the video to Grant.<\/p>\n
That detail surprised everyone.<\/p>\n
Lucas had not initially intended to expose him.<\/p>\n
He wanted money.<\/p>\n
Grant agreed to meet.<\/p>\n
Then Lucas disappeared into the hospital.<\/p>\n
Mom believed Shaw arranged the encounter.<\/p>\n
She also believed someone higher protected Shaw afterward.<\/p>\n
Initials appeared repeatedly.<\/p>\n
R.M.<\/p>\n
Mercer read faster.<\/p>\n
One entry mentioned a dinner at Harold\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
Judge Mallory had attended.<\/p>\n
So had Grant.<\/p>\n
Dad looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYears ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy was a judge there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHarold said they were fundraising for a civic club.\u201d<\/p>\n
The journal suggested something else.<\/p>\n
Grant needed help with county contracts.<\/p>\n
Mallory introduced him to officials.<\/p>\n
Harold provided money.<\/p>\n
Shaw kept inspectors away from the quarry.<\/p>\n
In return, Grant\u2019s company became useful.<\/p>\n
Cash could move through construction invoices.<\/p>\n
Waste could disappear.<\/p>\n
Records could be created or destroyed.<\/p>\n
Mom had not uncovered a family conspiracy.<\/p>\n
She had stumbled into an organized corruption scheme that used our family as one piece.<\/p>\n
Dad looked exhausted.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow far does this go?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer answered quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe follow evidence, not imagination.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s next entries were about Peter Lawson.<\/p>\n
Lawson had discovered prescription irregularities involving Diane.<\/p>\n
He was frightened.<\/p>\n
Mom told him about Grant.<\/p>\n
Peter wanted to contact federal investigators.<\/p>\n
Before he could, Mom died.<\/p>\n
Six months later, he did too.<\/p>\n
One journal entry contained a sentence underlined three times.<\/p>\n
If anything happens to Peter, Mallory will call it coincidence.<\/p>\n
Mercer stopped.<\/p>\n
Dad stared at those words.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he?\u201d<\/p>\n
The technician searched news archives.<\/p>\n
After Peter Lawson\u2019s death, allegations surfaced online that hospital records had been altered.<\/p>\n
The county prosecutor\u2019s office issued a public statement.<\/p>\n
Robert Mallory called the allegations \u201cunsupported speculation.\u201d<\/p>\n
No criminal review followed.<\/p>\n
Mercer leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad said, \u201cThat isn\u2019t proof he caused the death.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut he stopped anyone asking.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt suggests his office may have closed the door early.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s final entries became more frightened.<\/p>\n
She believed Mallory had learned about Turner\u2019s investigation.<\/p>\n
She noticed the same car near the house twice.<\/p>\n
She confronted Shaw.<\/p>\n
Then came an entry written six days before her death.<\/p>\n
Vanessa came tonight. She is terrified. She says Grant found out I know about Harold. She says Shaw is not the real danger.<\/p>\n
Dad read the next line aloud.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrant is scared of Mallory.\u201d<\/p>\n
That changed Grant too.<\/p>\n
Not into a victim.<\/p>\n
But into something more complicated than the top of the chain.<\/p>\n
Mom believed Grant had committed crimes for Mallory.<\/p>\n
Illegal dumping.<\/p>\n
Cash movement.<\/p>\n
Intimidation.<\/p>\n
And perhaps Lucas Bell.<\/p>\n
Once involved, Grant became trapped.<\/p>\n
Mallory possessed evidence against him.<\/p>\n
Grant possessed evidence against Mallory.<\/p>\n
Mutual protection became mutual blackmail.<\/p>\n
The final complete entry was written the morning Mom died.<\/p>\n
Mom said Vanessa had agreed to testify.<\/p>\n
She planned to meet Turner the next day.<\/p>\n
She had copies for federal authorities.<\/p>\n
Then came the last sentence.<\/p>\n
If Vanessa loses her nerve, Natalie gets everything.<\/p>\n
Dad touched the page on the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was going to send it to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
A final page had been torn out.<\/p>\n
The binding showed clean removal.<\/p>\n
Mercer enlarged the edge.<\/p>\n
Not recent.<\/p>\n
Mom likely removed it herself.<\/p>\n
Vanessa might know where it went.<\/p>\n
Mercer returned to her.<\/p>\n
Vanessa stared at the journal images and began crying before any question was asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe kept them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou hid them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is the missing page?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEleanor removed it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was on it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa rubbed her hands together.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said it was insurance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAgainst whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMallory.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did the page contain?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA bank number.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know. Offshore maybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNames.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa\u2019s breathing changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople who paid him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho had the page after Eleanor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter she died?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa looked toward the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cHarold.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad whispered, \u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did Harold get it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe found it in Mom\u2019s robe pocket after\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa could not finish.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter Grant injected her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Harold do with it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe gave it to Grant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why doesn\u2019t Grant have it now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa lifted her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Grant gave it to Mallory.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer stood.<\/p>\n
The chain closed.<\/p>\n
Mom had proof.<\/p>\n
Harold recovered it.<\/p>\n
Grant delivered it to the man it implicated.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Mallory protected them afterward,\u201d Mercer said.<\/p>\n
Vanessa nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cUntil now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Dad found the forged transfer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was Grant and Vanessa stealing from me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad stared through the glass.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe thirty-eight thousand dollars wasn\u2019t for us.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer sat again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho was it for?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMallory.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s face went still.<\/p>\n
Vanessa explained.<\/p>\n
Mallory had demanded money.<\/p>\n
Grant had been paying him for years.<\/p>\n
The amounts increased.<\/p>\n
When Grant fell behind, Mallory threatened to reopen the quarry investigation and expose the financial records tying Harold, Diane, and Grant together.<\/p>\n
Grant used Dad\u2019s old power-of-attorney document because he needed cash quickly.<\/p>\n
The bank blocked it.<\/p>\n
Dad fled after discovering the forgery.<\/p>\n
That frightened everyone.<\/p>\n
Grant thought Dad had found Mom\u2019s evidence.<\/p>\n
Harold believed the old crimes were surfacing.<\/p>\n
Vanessa tried to reach Turner.<\/p>\n
Shaw began monitoring Dad.<\/p>\n
Mallory started cleaning up.<\/p>\n
I said, \u201cCleaning up how?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer did not answer.<\/p>\n
But I thought of Diane bleeding at the quarry.<\/p>\n
Grant escaping custody.<\/p>\n
Shaw disappearing.<\/p>\n
My photograph marked NEXT.<\/p>\n
Dad had the same thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s removing witnesses.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer immediately ordered protective custody expanded.<\/p>\n
Harold moved to a secure facility.<\/p>\n
Diane guarded at the hospital.<\/p>\n
Vanessa separated from general holding.<\/p>\n
Claire protected in Boston.<\/p>\n
Turner moved.<\/p>\n
Dad and I stayed inside the sheriff\u2019s secure wing.<\/p>\n
Then the technician received a notification.<\/p>\n
Judge Robert Mallory had left the courthouse forty minutes earlier.<\/p>\n
His security detail did not know where he went.<\/p>\n
His phone was off.<\/p>\n
His home was empty.<\/p>\n
Mercer swore quietly.<\/p>\n
She called state authorities.<\/p>\n
Then federal contacts.<\/p>\n
Before anyone could answer, a deputy entered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe found Shaw.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
He had been stopped at a roadblock forty miles north.<\/p>\n
Inside his vehicle were cash, a handgun, and a passport.<\/p>\n
No Grant.<\/p>\n
No Mallory.<\/p>\n
Mercer ordered Shaw brought in.<\/p>\n
He refused to speak until he learned Mallory was missing.<\/p>\n
Then he changed his mind.<\/p>\n
Shaw entered the interview room with his wrists cuffed.<\/p>\n
He looked older than his photograph.<\/p>\n
He glanced toward the observation mirror.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrank\u2019s in there, isn\u2019t he?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad stepped closer.<\/p>\n
Mercer said, \u201cTalk to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shaw smiled without humor.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think Mallory ran.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoing what he always does.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaking sure the story ends where he wants.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer asked about Diane.<\/p>\n
Shaw admitted confronting her at the quarry.<\/p>\n
He said Grant attacked her, not him.<\/p>\n
Grant believed Diane planned to testify.<\/p>\n
Shaw tried to stop him.<\/p>\n
Grant fled.<\/p>\n
Somehow, the explanation almost sounded noble until Mercer asked why Shaw was at the quarry in the first place.<\/p>\n
His silence gave him away.<\/p>\n
Mallory had sent him.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo kill Diane?\u201d Mercer asked.<\/p>\n
Shaw stared at the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo scare her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody believed that.<\/p>\n
Mercer asked about my photograph.<\/p>\n
Shaw admitted taking it from outside my apartment two days earlier.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s hands curled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMallory wanted leverage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAgainst whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrank.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad stared.<\/p>\n
I suddenly understood.<\/p>\n
The message to me had not only been a threat against me.<\/p>\n
It had been a weapon aimed at Dad.<\/p>\n
Shaw continued.<\/p>\n
Mallory knew Dad loved me.<\/p>\n
If evidence surfaced, threatening me would force Dad to stop cooperating.<\/p>\n
Except Dad had not yet known there was an investigation.<\/p>\n
Mallory had prepared early.<\/p>\n
That was his habit.<\/p>\n
He built exits before fires started.<\/p>\n
Mercer asked where Grant was.<\/p>\n
Shaw looked toward the mirror.<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably looking for Natalie.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad moved.<\/p>\n
I caught his arm.<\/p>\n
Mercer\u2019s voice sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Mallory told him she has the missing page.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shaw couldn\u2019t hear me.<\/p>\n
He continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cMallory thinks Eleanor mailed it to Natalie.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer glanced toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould she have hidden it among your belongings?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad whispered, \u201cThe music box.\u201d<\/p>\n
We had found the brass key and Mom\u2019s note.<\/p>\n
But nobody had examined the broken music box beyond the hidden compartment.<\/p>\n
Mercer called the evidence unit holding items recovered near my apartment.<\/p>\n
The music box was still there.<\/p>\n
An evidence technician reopened it.<\/p>\n
The false wooden base had contained the key.<\/p>\n
But beneath the metal winding mechanism was a second cavity.<\/p>\n
Inside was a strip of paper rolled around the axle.<\/p>\n
Mom had hidden something even Harold missed.<\/p>\n
The technician unfolded it.<\/p>\n
A bank routing number.<\/p>\n
A numbered account.<\/p>\n
Three initials.<\/p>\n
R.M.<\/p>\n
E.S.<\/p>\n
H.P.<\/p>\n
And beneath them, one handwritten sentence.<\/p>\n
The original ledger is not with me.<\/p>\n
Dad stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen where?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer asked the same thing.<\/p>\n
The answer arrived from the final line.<\/p>\n
Ask Natalie what I gave her on her twenty-fifth birthday.<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
Dad looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she give you?\u201d<\/p>\n
For a few seconds, I could not remember.<\/p>\n
Then I did.<\/p>\n
A book.<\/p>\n
An old leather-bound copy of The Secret Garden.<\/p>\n
Mom had written inside the front cover.<\/p>\n
For Natalie, who always knows where to look.<\/p>\n
I had kept it for twenty years.<\/p>\n
Not at my apartment.<\/p>\n
Not with the storage box.<\/p>\n
At Dad\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
On the bookshelf in my old bedroom.<\/p>\n
The same house Grant had just returned to search.<\/p>\n
Mercer grabbed her radio.<\/p>\n
Dad and I looked at each other.<\/p>\n
If Grant knew about the missing page, he might know about the book.<\/p>\n
And if he found what Mom had hidden inside it, then for the first time since this began, he might possess evidence powerful enough to bargain with Mallory.<\/p>\n
Or dangerous enough to get himself killed.<\/p>\n
Sheriff Mercer stared at the photograph longer than I did. That frightened me. She had seen threats before. She had seen dead bodies. She had listened to my mother beg … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3124,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3132","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\/3132","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=3132"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3132\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3159,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3132\/revisions\/3159"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/3124"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3132"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3132"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3132"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}