I could not speak.<\/p>\n
Of all the revelations in the last two days, this one felt impossible in a different way.<\/p>\n
Not corporate.<\/p>\n
Not criminal.<\/p>\n
Personal.<\/p>\n
Michael had a daughter.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel lowered his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe would have told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel said nothing.<\/p>\n
That silence hurt more than contradiction.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian asked.<\/p>\n
I turned on him so sharply he stepped back.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis has nothing to do with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
For once, he accepted the boundary.<\/p>\n
I looked at Daniel.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHer name is Claire.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow old?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty-three.\u201d<\/p>\n
I calculated.<\/p>\n
Michael would have been twenty-one when she was born.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is her mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cLaura Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
The name reached backward.<\/p>\n
College.<\/p>\n
A woman Michael had dated before law school.<\/p>\n
I remembered photographs.<\/p>\n
Dark hair.<\/p>\n
A chipped front tooth.<\/p>\n
She had visited our parents\u2019 house twice.<\/p>\n
Then disappeared from Michael\u2019s stories.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor twenty-three years?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did he find out?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSix years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
Two years before he died.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd he never told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was going to.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence made me laugh bitterly.<\/p>\n
Everyone in this story had been going to tell me something.<\/p>\n
My father.<\/p>\n
Michael.<\/p>\n
Julian.<\/p>\n
Aaron.<\/p>\n
Truth always scheduled for later.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire asked him not to.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHer mother was married. Claire had been raised believing another man was her father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid that man know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Michael see Claire?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow often?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cQuietly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCoffee shops. Parks. Sometimes my office.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at Daniel.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou helped him hide her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anger rose.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he asked me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat excuse is becoming very popular.\u201d<\/p>\n
He accepted it.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grace sat beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can deal with that later.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cLater.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word almost made me laugh again.<\/p>\n
Chen remained focused.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did you meet Claire today?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe contacted me last night.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEncrypted email.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo give me something Michael left with her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAn envelope.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at Chen.<\/p>\n
\u201cI gave it to police.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was at least one good decision.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis afternoon.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell us?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire begged me not to identify her until police could protect her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom Thomas?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom everyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of the wall.<\/p>\n
Photographs of me.<\/p>\n
Julian.<\/p>\n
Michael.<\/p>\n
Richard.<\/p>\n
Elena.<\/p>\n
But not Claire.<\/p>\n
Or perhaps there had been.<\/p>\n
Chen asked, \u201cWhy did Beatrice say she saw you at Cedar Ridge?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes Claire resemble you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you go near Cedar Ridge?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes Claire?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did you meet her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAn old diner outside the city.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat time?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEleven.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t fit your earlier statement.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI lied about when I went to Harrington Tower.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grace\u2019s expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need to stop doing that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEveryone knows after the lie is exposed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked ashamed.<\/p>\n
Chen said, \u201cWe verified the diner meeting.\u201d<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor several hours.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why question him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I wanted his answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Claire safe?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not telling anyone in this room.\u201d<\/p>\n
Good.<\/p>\n
That included me.<\/p>\n
It hurt.<\/p>\n
But good.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was in Michael\u2019s envelope?\u201d<\/p>\n
Chen looked at Daniel.<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
She opened her evidence folder and removed photographs of the contents.<\/p>\n
The first was a letter.<\/p>\n
Not to me.<\/p>\n
To Claire.<\/p>\n
Michael\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
I could not read all of it from the photograph, but one line was visible.<\/p>\n
IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO ME, DO NOT TRUST THE FIRST STORY YOU HEAR.<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
That was Michael.<\/p>\n
Suspicious even in tenderness.<\/p>\n
The second item was a flash drive.<\/p>\n
The third was a handwritten list of names.<\/p>\n
Richard Harrington.<\/p>\n
Thomas Vale.<\/p>\n
Aaron Cole.<\/p>\n
Ramon Pike.<\/p>\n
Julian Harrington.<\/p>\n
Each had notes.<\/p>\n
Each had dates.<\/p>\n
At the bottom:<\/p>\n
ELENA MARSH \u2014 NOT INVOLVED. PROTECT HER.<\/p>\n
Elena gasped.<\/p>\n
\u201cMe?\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
Her face had drained.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew Michael?\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at Chen.<\/p>\n
\u201cShow the next page.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chen did.<\/p>\n
A photograph.<\/p>\n
Michael and Elena.<\/p>\n
Together.<\/p>\n
Elena stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t possible.\u201d<\/p>\n
The image appeared to have been taken outside Harrington Development.<\/p>\n
Michael stood several feet behind her.<\/p>\n
Elena had probably never known.<\/p>\n
On the back, Michael had written:<\/p>\n
ELENA HAS ACCESS TO ORIGINAL PAYMENT DATABASE. DOES NOT KNOW WHAT IT SHOWS.<\/p>\n
Elena sat down.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s why Thomas photographed me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe believed Michael had identified you as a route to evidence.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was just accounting support.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at the picture.<\/p>\n
\u201cI backed up old ledgers.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOff-site archive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich?\u201d<\/p>\n
She thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cNorthline.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cNorthline still exists.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould it contain Cedar Ridge successor records?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould it contain Bridge Consulting?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone went quiet.<\/p>\n
Another evidence path.<\/p>\n
One Michael had marked four years ago.<\/p>\n
One Thomas had apparently monitored.<\/p>\n
Chen continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe flash drive is encrypted.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you open it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re working on it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel said, \u201cMichael used a predictable encryption method.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe hated passwords he couldn\u2019t reconstruct.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat would he use?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething personal.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire.<\/p>\n
My father.<\/p>\n
Me.<\/p>\n
Chen said they would handle it.<\/p>\n
Good.<\/p>\n
No more civilians opening evidence around my dining table.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does Claire know about Michael\u2019s death?\u201d<\/p>\n
I asked.<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMore than you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence hurt.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael called her that night.\u201d<\/p>\n
My breath caught.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore the cabin.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat he was going to confront Julian.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at my husband.<\/p>\n
He lowered his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told her he had discovered the ownership documents were incomplete.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPage seven.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew before Aaron told him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently he suspected.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told Claire that if he didn\u2019t call by morning, she should take the envelope to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why didn\u2019t she?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was scared.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor four years?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s voice softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe tried.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe came to the funeral.\u201d<\/p>\n
I searched my memory.<\/p>\n
Faces.<\/p>\n
Flowers.<\/p>\n
Rain.<\/p>\n
People hugging me.<\/p>\n
People I barely knew.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas she there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid I meet her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe tried to approach you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat stopped her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked toward Julian.<\/p>\n
My stomach sank.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian looked confused.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you stop a young woman from speaking to me at Michael\u2019s funeral?\u201d<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
Memory.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she look like?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDark hair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow old?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe nineteen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat she needed to give you something.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hands began shaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told her it wasn\u2019t appropriate.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou turned away Michael\u2019s daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know who she was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou turned away someone trying to give me something from Michael.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought she was press.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wouldn\u2019t explain who she was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was nineteen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to the envelope?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire kept it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked away.<\/p>\n
Another path blocked.<\/p>\n
Not conspiracy that time.<\/p>\n
Not necessarily.<\/p>\n
Just Julian deciding who was allowed access to me.<\/p>\n
Control disguised as protection.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Claire try later?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe mailed a copy of Michael\u2019s letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout three months after the funeral.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned slowly toward Julian.<\/p>\n
His face went blank.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou intercepted that too?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou intercepted Finch\u2019s trust notice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did not intercept Claire\u2019s letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho did?\u201d<\/p>\n
No one answered.<\/p>\n
Then Beatrice\u2019s earlier words returned to me.<\/p>\n
Richard handled problems privately.<\/p>\n
I looked at Chen.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re checking.\u201d<\/p>\n
The flash drive technician called Chen.<\/p>\n
She stepped aside.<\/p>\n
Listened.<\/p>\n
Then returned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey opened it.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heartbeat quickened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s on it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAudio.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMore recordings?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom the mountain?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne file is dated earlier.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe night your father confronted Richard and Thomas.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin prickled.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father recorded them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan we hear it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Chen hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then nodded.<\/p>\n
The technician sent an authenticated working copy.<\/p>\n
Chen played it from her device.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s voice entered the room.<\/p>\n
Eleven years gone.<\/p>\n
Alive again for seven minutes.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou forged the transfer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI corrected an ownership problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stole.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas interrupted.<\/p>\n
\u201cEdward, calm down.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father snapped.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t tell me to calm down.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost smiled through tears.<\/p>\n
That was him.<\/p>\n
Richard said, \u201cYou were compensated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what? Property I already owned?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCedar Ridge would have failed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you saved it by taking my share?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou weren\u2019t carrying your weight.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen buy me out honestly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then Thomas.<\/p>\n
\u201cEdward has page seven.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard\u2019s voice changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
My father answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomewhere you won\u2019t find it.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart pounded.<\/p>\n
Richard said, \u201cGive it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEdward.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have no idea what exposing this does.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know what hiding it did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas said, \u201cWe can settle this.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father replied, \u201cI\u2019m done settling.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then Richard said something that made Julian close his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Vivian learns what her family actually owns, she will never look at Julian the same way.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father went silent.<\/p>\n
Richard knew about us.<\/p>\n
Eleven years ago.<\/p>\n
Julian and I had barely begun dating.<\/p>\n
My father asked, \u201cWhat does my daughter have to do with this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard replied, \u201cNothing, if you\u2019re smart.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt Grace stiffen beside me.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s voice hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas that a threat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas intervened.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one is threatening Vivian.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard said nothing.<\/p>\n
Then my father spoke slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf either of you goes near my children, everything goes to counsel.\u201d<\/p>\n
The recording shifted.<\/p>\n
A chair.<\/p>\n
Footsteps.<\/p>\n
Then Thomas said, \u201cEdward, wait.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m meeting a lawyer tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
The recording ended.<\/p>\n
I stared at the device.<\/p>\n
My father had not been confused.<\/p>\n
He had known.<\/p>\n
He had been ready.<\/p>\n
And Richard had invoked my relationship with Julian as leverage.<\/p>\n
Eleven years ago.<\/p>\n
Julian looked devastated.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I believed him.<\/p>\n
That almost made it worse.<\/p>\n
His father had been arranging the boundaries of our relationship before either of us understood what existed beneath it.<\/p>\n
Chen\u2019s phone rang.<\/p>\n
She answered.<\/p>\n
Her expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another.<\/p>\n
\u201cSecure it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She hung up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cPolice searched Richard\u2019s study.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heartbeat quickened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey found a locked drawer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was inside?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMail.\u201d<\/p>\n
I already knew.<\/p>\n
\u201cMine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFinch\u2019s notice?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire\u2019s letter?\u201d<\/p>\n
Chen looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Four years.<\/p>\n
Richard had kept them.<\/p>\n
Not destroyed.<\/p>\n
Kept.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA sealed envelope addressed to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen was it written?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe day he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe haven\u2019t opened it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it belongs to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
For once, something had reached me unopened.<\/p>\n
I could not speak. Of all the revelations in the last two days, this one felt impossible in a different way. Not corporate. Not criminal. Personal. Michael had a daughter. … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8974,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9009","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\/9009","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=9009"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9009\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9066,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9009\/revisions\/9066"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8974"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9009"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9009"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9009"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}