I called Eleanor Carter before I had time to talk myself out of it.<\/p>\n
Her number was still in the closing documents.<\/p>\n
She answered on the fourth ring.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEleanor, this is Margaret Briggs.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
Then warmth.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy porch-swing woman.\u201d<\/p>\n
Despite the tension in my chest, I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow\u2019s the house behaving?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBetter than expected.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGive it time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to ask you something.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her tone changed immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid your husband know Harold Briggs?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Not confusion.<\/p>\n
Recognition.<\/p>\n
That difference mattered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
My hand tightened around the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I didn\u2019t know you were that Margaret Briggs until after the sale.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour husband\u2019s Margaret.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words unsettled me.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan we meet?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cToday?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCome to my place at two.\u201d<\/p>\n
She gave me an address across town.<\/p>\n
Before hanging up, she added, \u201cBring whoever handles your legal matters.\u201d<\/p>\n
So she knew why I was calling.<\/p>\n
Richard did not like surprises.<\/p>\n
He liked this one even less.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should assume Carter Development is connected.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI already do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe suspect it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s the practical difference?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn court, everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
He brought two folders to Willow Creek before we left.<\/p>\n
The first contained the recorded option.<\/p>\n
The second contained documents related to Carter Development Group.<\/p>\n
Thomas Carter had founded the company thirty-six years earlier.<\/p>\n
Initially small.<\/p>\n
Then successful.<\/p>\n
Land acquisition.<\/p>\n
Residential projects.<\/p>\n
Commercial development.<\/p>\n
In the years before his death, the company had been sold to a larger regional firm.<\/p>\n
The old option on my land had been transferred with the sale.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho owns it now?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cDesert Crest Development.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo they know I own the parcel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey know the trust does.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat seems dangerously close.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey do not know about your lottery assets.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard glanced at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re beginning to sound like me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s concerning.\u201d<\/p>\n
At two, we arrived at Eleanor\u2019s new home.<\/p>\n
It was much smaller than Willow Creek.<\/p>\n
A neat single-story house with desert landscaping and blue ceramic pots beside the front door.<\/p>\n
Eleanor opened before we knocked.<\/p>\n
Her eyes went to Richard.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou must be the lawyer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard Coleman.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCome in.\u201d<\/p>\n
She led us to the kitchen.<\/p>\n
On the table sat a cardboard file box.<\/p>\n
I recognized the shape immediately.<\/p>\n
The same kind she had given me at Willow Creek.<\/p>\n
This one was labeled Tom\u2014Business.<\/p>\n
My pulse quickened.<\/p>\n
Eleanor poured iced tea.<\/p>\n
Nobody drank it.<\/p>\n
Finally she looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cTom knew Harold.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBusiness.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe land.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard opened his notebook.<\/p>\n
\u201cMay I ask questions?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor looked amused.<\/p>\n
\u201cI assumed you would whether I permitted it or not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFair.\u201d<\/p>\n
She folded her hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cTom\u2019s company wanted that parcel badly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAccess.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard nodded as though that confirmed something.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo what?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cA much larger development.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor turned toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour husband\u2019s land sits between two parcels that became extremely valuable after the county approved expansion plans. Without Harold\u2019s acreage, Tom\u2019s company had to redesign the whole project.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t Harold sell?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he thought they were trying to cheat him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWere they?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor did not answer immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The bluntness surprised me.<\/p>\n
Richard stopped writing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour husband knew that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor looked toward the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cTom wasn\u2019t always a good man in business.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was no drama in her voice.<\/p>\n
Only fatigue.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was generous at home. Loyal to friends. Loved our children. But business brought out something else.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGreed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She did not soften it.<\/p>\n
\u201cHis people offered Harold\u2019s father very little for that land. Then Harold inherited control and started asking questions.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about the phone call Daniel remembered.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Thomas pressure him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDeadlines. Threats of litigation. Claims that old option agreements gave the company rights.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWere there amended option documents?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Harold sign them?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is where things get complicated.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
Nothing in my life was allowed to remain simple anymore.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTom told me Harold agreed to extend the option.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe county records show amendments bearing his signature.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think they may be invalid?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think Tom believed business rules were flexible when enough money was involved.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you saying your husband forged Harold\u2019s signature?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Eleanor closed her eyes briefly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am saying I found documents after Tom died that made me question what he told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard\u2019s pen stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat documents?\u201d<\/p>\n
She reached into the box.<\/p>\n
\u201cCopies of correspondence.\u201d<\/p>\n
She placed several pages on the table.<\/p>\n
I saw Harold\u2019s handwriting in the margins.<\/p>\n
No extension.<\/p>\n
Do not record.<\/p>\n
Counsel reviewing.<\/p>\n
Richard read quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThese are significant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow significant?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf authentic, they suggest Harold explicitly rejected at least one proposed amendment.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why is his signature recorded?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is the question.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor pulled out another folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cTom kept everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Inside were letters from attorneys.<\/p>\n
Internal company memos.<\/p>\n
A photocopy of an option agreement.<\/p>\n
Then a handwritten note from Thomas Carter.<\/p>\n
H says no. Need another route before valuation becomes public.<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat route?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you give these to anyone?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t find them until after the company had already been sold.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEight months after Tom died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you kept them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause grief makes cowards of some people.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy children had just lost their father. The company sale was complete. Lawyers told me reopening old transactions could create years of litigation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you did nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The honesty made accusation difficult.<\/p>\n
Eleanor looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told myself Harold was dead too. I told myself no one was being hurt.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I owned the land.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know that then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did you find out?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter your offer on Willow Creek.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTom\u2019s old attorney called me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe name Silver Lantern triggered something.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heartbeat changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe remembered it from correspondence with Harold.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard and I exchanged a look.<\/p>\n
Eleanor continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I saw your name in the closing materials.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew before closing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe day before.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anger rose.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou could have told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I wanted to be sure.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat you were Harold\u2019s Margaret.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
The chair scraped against the floor.<\/p>\n
Richard did not stop me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let me buy your house while knowing your husband may have cheated mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat porch conversation\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas real.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me not to turn the house into a museum.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I meant it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou talked about husbands and grief.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I understood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou understood more than you said.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her calmness infuriated me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor\u2019s eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I was ashamed.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room softened by one degree.<\/p>\n
Only one.<\/p>\n
She continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cTom died before I could ask him what he did. Harold died before I could apologize.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou could have apologized to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter I called you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked away.<\/p>\n
Richard spoke gently.<\/p>\n
\u201cEleanor, who owns the rights under the option today?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDesert Crest.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Carter Development represent the option as valid during the sale?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI believe so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf it isn\u2019t?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey bought something they may not own.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if they try to enforce it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey will.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause they called me yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey heard someone ordered a new appraisal of the Briggs property.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard\u2019s expression sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you tell them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing useful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did they ask?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhether I had retained old Carter Development records.\u201d<\/p>\n
The papers on the table suddenly felt dangerous.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo they know about these?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere have they been kept?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn my house.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey need to leave your house today.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor blinked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think someone would steal them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think litigation changes people.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was Richard\u2019s restrained way of saying yes.<\/p>\n
We arranged for the original documents to be placed in secure storage pending review.<\/p>\n
Before leaving, I stood beside Eleanor at the door.<\/p>\n
She looked smaller than she had at Willow Creek.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you angry with me?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what to do with that yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t need to.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid your husband know Harold personally?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA little.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he respect him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor smiled sadly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe hated negotiating with him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds promising.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTom once said Harold Briggs was impossible because he couldn\u2019t be hurried.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed despite myself.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds exactly right.\u201d<\/p>\n
On the drive back, Richard called his litigation partner.<\/p>\n
By the time we reached Willow Creek, three lawyers were reviewing the Carter records.<\/p>\n
I stood in the kitchen, too restless to sit.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happens if the option is valid?\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard answered carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cDesert Crest may have contractual rights to acquire the land under old pricing formulas.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow old?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPotentially catastrophically old.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need calculations.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGuess.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly under one million.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor land worth six to nine?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anger rose again.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if the signatures were forged?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we challenge everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan we prove that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHarold is dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo is Thomas Carter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cConvenient.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard did not reprimand me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else could prove it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOriginal correspondence. Handwriting analysis. Attorney files. Corporate records. Witnesses.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEleanor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPotentially.\u201d<\/p>\n
I walked toward the window.<\/p>\n
The maple tree in the backyard moved in the wind.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Harold know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLikely more than we do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe kept everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen there may be more.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard looked toward the safe-deposit papers on the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe bank box?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe notebook.\u201d<\/p>\n
We opened it again.<\/p>\n
Page by page.<\/p>\n
Most entries were personal.<\/p>\n
Then, near the back, Richard found a name.<\/p>\n
Mason Pike.<\/p>\n
Beside it Harold had written:<\/p>\n
If Carter pushes again, call Mason. He kept the original.<\/p>\n
Richard immediately searched his records.<\/p>\n
\u201cMason Pike was an attorney.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRetired.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m checking.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ten minutes later, Richard found him.<\/p>\n
Eighty-three years old.<\/p>\n
Living in Sedona.<\/p>\n
Former real-estate attorney.<\/p>\n
And, according to archived filings, he had represented Harold during the Carter negotiations.<\/p>\n
Richard called.<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
He left a message.<\/p>\n
Then we waited.<\/p>\n
At six-thirty, my phone rang from an unfamiliar Arizona number.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret Briggs?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The man\u2019s voice was old but strong.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is Mason Pike.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Pike.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI just received a very interesting voicemail from Richard Coleman.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry to bother you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re not.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour husband told me one day somebody might call.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he leave with you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason exhaled slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe original agreement.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard moved closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you still have it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes it contain the disputed signature?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means the version recorded later is not the document Harold signed in my office.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
Not relief.<\/p>\n
Calculation.<\/p>\n
Mason continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s more.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI also have a letter Harold instructed me not to release unless Carter Development tried to enforce the option after his death.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gripped the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does the letter say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason was silent for a moment.<\/p>\n
Then he answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt says Harold believed someone inside Carter Development altered the contract.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everything Eleanor had feared suddenly moved closer to proof.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen can we see it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward Harold\u2019s chair beside the fireplace.<\/p>\n
Even after death, he had not left me defenseless.<\/p>\n
But he had also left a trail long enough that somebody else might already be following it.<\/p>\n
At that exact moment, headlights swept across the front windows.<\/p>\n
A dark SUV slowed in front of Willow Creek.<\/p>\n
It did not stop.<\/p>\n
It continued past the house.<\/p>\n
Then, thirty seconds later, it came back the other direction.<\/p>\n
Richard moved toward the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know that vehicle?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The SUV slowed again.<\/p>\n
This time I saw the driver turn toward the house.<\/p>\n
Then it accelerated and disappeared.<\/p>\n
Richard took out his phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cLock the doors.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time since winning the lottery, I was no longer worried only about what my family might discover.<\/p>\n
Someone outside the family had started paying attention too.<\/p>\n
I called Eleanor Carter before I had time to talk myself out of it. Her number was still in the closing documents. She answered on the fourth ring. \u201cHello?\u201d \u201cEleanor, … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5263,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5271","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\/5271","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=5271"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5271\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5299,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5271\/revisions\/5299"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/5263"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5271"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5271"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5271"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}