The realization made me physically uncomfortable.<\/p>\n
I had opened a box intended for someone else.<\/p>\n
Legally, the situation was probably more complicated.<\/p>\n
Morally, it felt simple.<\/p>\n
The moment I understood Arthur\u2019s final letter, the contents stopped feeling like pieces of my family history that happened to be buried on my land.<\/p>\n
They belonged first to Margaret.<\/p>\n
I called her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I opened something meant for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She was quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe box?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew Arthur mentioned one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know it still existed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI opened everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWere there diamonds?\u201d<\/p>\n
I blinked.<\/p>\n
Then I realized she was joking.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I forgive you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo am I.\u201d<\/p>\n
She paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you damage anything?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you throw anything away?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we\u2019ll look at it together.\u201d<\/p>\n
We chose a Saturday in early October.<\/p>\n
Margaret would fly in Friday.<\/p>\n
Dad and Mom would meet her at the airport.<\/p>\n
She wanted one evening with them before coming to the cabin.<\/p>\n
Alicia asked whether she should join.<\/p>\n
Dad told her to let Margaret decide.<\/p>\n
That small shift mattered.<\/p>\n
Nobody was planning Margaret\u2019s introduction for her.<\/p>\n
Nobody was creating a family schedule.<\/p>\n
Nobody was assigning roles.<\/p>\n
Friday evening, Dad called.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have no idea.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou keep saying that lately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt keeps being true.\u201d<\/p>\n
He told me the DNA results had returned two days earlier.<\/p>\n
Margaret and Dad were half siblings.<\/p>\n
The probability was conclusive.<\/p>\n
I sat quietly.<\/p>\n
It was one thing to know.<\/p>\n
Another to see modern science confirm what dead people had hidden in envelopes.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow is Margaret?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCalmer than I am.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaking tea.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds right.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad laughed.<\/p>\n
Then his voice softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe looks like him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. In person.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood.<\/p>\n
Saturday morning I woke before dawn.<\/p>\n
I cleaned things that were already clean.<\/p>\n
I dusted the mantel.<\/p>\n
Washed three mugs.<\/p>\n
Then washed them again because I forgot I had done it.<\/p>\n
At ten forty-five, the gate camera showed Dad\u2019s car.<\/p>\n
I opened the gate remotely.<\/p>\n
Mom sat beside him.<\/p>\n
Margaret was in the back.<\/p>\n
When she stepped out, the photograph from 1968 flashed through my mind.<\/p>\n
Older now.<\/p>\n
Silver hair cut to her jaw.<\/p>\n
The same serious eyes.<\/p>\n
She looked toward the cabin for a long time.<\/p>\n
Then at the oak.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo that\u2019s it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She did not move closer.<\/p>\n
Dad stood beside her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood. Me neither.\u201d<\/p>\n
They had apparently developed a language already.<\/p>\n
Mom hugged me.<\/p>\n
Margaret and I shook hands.<\/p>\n
Then she laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ve talked for hours and we\u2019re shaking hands.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t sure.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNeither was I.\u201d<\/p>\n
So we hugged.<\/p>\n
Briefly.<\/p>\n
Carefully.<\/p>\n
Inside, Margaret walked through the cabin slowly.<\/p>\n
She touched the stone fireplace.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis was darker.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwice.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c1979 and 1982.\u201d<\/p>\n
She pointed toward the kitchen.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe old stove was over there.\u201d<\/p>\n
The layout had been altered decades before I bought it.<\/p>\n
She remembered a narrow bed in the second room.<\/p>\n
A cast-iron kettle.<\/p>\n
A clock that ticked loudly enough to hear from the porch.<\/p>\n
For me, the cabin had always represented a private future.<\/p>\n
For her, it was a lost past.<\/p>\n
I brought out the archival box.<\/p>\n
The original rusted container sat beside it.<\/p>\n
Margaret touched the lid.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s Everett\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow can you tell?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe kept fishing hooks in it before Arthur stole it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur stole it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBorrowed permanently.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
The tension softened.<\/p>\n
We laid the documents across the table.<\/p>\n
Margaret identified handwriting.<\/p>\n
Everett\u2019s.<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s.<\/p>\n
A few notes from someone named Cal, a neighbor.<\/p>\n
Then I gave her the photograph of Arthur and Everett beneath the oak.<\/p>\n
She covered her mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve never seen this.\u201d<\/p>\n
On the back: The first day it was ours.<\/p>\n
Margaret traced the words without touching the ink.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverett wrote that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHis r looked like a hook.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur wanted a place where he could see me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
I had wondered why Grandpa invested here.<\/p>\n
Margaret knew.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverett hated the idea,\u201d she continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe thought secrets became habits.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur had imagined the cabin as neutral ground.<\/p>\n
A place where he could visit Margaret without bringing her into the town where he lived with Evelyn and their children.<\/p>\n
Everett accepted the arrangement at first.<\/p>\n
Then he grew angry.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told Arthur he couldn\u2019t be a father only where nobody could see.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret said it plainly.<\/p>\n
Dad looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor all of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret studied him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were a child.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo were you.\u201d<\/p>\n
That silenced the room.<\/p>\n
I returned to the box.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was a key.\u201d<\/p>\n
I placed it on the table.<\/p>\n
Margaret recognized it immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverett\u2019s bank box.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia, who had joined us that morning at my request, leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cSafe-deposit box?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know what happened to it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. The bank closed years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
The key might be meaningless now.<\/p>\n
Still, Margaret put it aside carefully.<\/p>\n
Then she counted the envelopes.<\/p>\n
Once.<\/p>\n
Twice.<\/p>\n
Her expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere should be another.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBlue.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNone were blue.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt may have faded.\u201d<\/p>\n
We examined every wrapper.<\/p>\n
Brown.<\/p>\n
Cream.<\/p>\n
Gray with age.<\/p>\n
No blue.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was inside?\u201d Dad asked.<\/p>\n
Margaret\u2019s eyes remained on the box.<\/p>\n
\u201cA letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvelyn.\u201d<\/p>\n
My grandmother.<\/p>\n
Mom sat very still.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvelyn wrote to you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c1985.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter Arthur gave up the property?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret did not answer immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough that I stopped blaming her for everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe apologized.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked shocked.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor forcing Arthur to choose.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret\u2019s voice remained calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said she was afraid. Money was bad. Arthur had lied. She had three children. She thought I was a threat to all of them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe also admitted something else.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew Arthur had written me money into his will.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt Patricia become more attentive.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas that provision still there when he died?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know why?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvelyn said he removed it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter the creditors.\u201d<\/p>\n
That matched Arthur\u2019s letter.<\/p>\n
Margaret continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told me he intended to restore something later.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad asked, \u201cDid he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur died unexpectedly years later.<\/p>\n
No provision for Margaret existed in the probated will.<\/p>\n
She had never contested it.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why is the letter important now?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t, legally. Not to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat makes you think it was in this box?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverett told me he put Evelyn\u2019s letter with Arthur\u2019s papers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore he sold the cabin.\u201d<\/p>\n
The property had changed hands years before I bought it.<\/p>\n
The box apparently remained buried throughout.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould Everett have removed it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you don\u2019t think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret looked at the empty space in the rusted container.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Dara had a copy.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe sent me a photograph of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout five years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom the green box?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI assumed so.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat back.<\/p>\n
If Dara possessed Grandma\u2019s apology letter, perhaps the original had never been buried.<\/p>\n
Unless she had obtained it from the cabin.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she ever come here before I bought the place?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot that I know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould Everett have mailed the letter to Grandma later?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould there have been two copies?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia asked Margaret whether Dara\u2019s photograph showed the original paper or a photocopy.<\/p>\n
\u201cOriginal, I think.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you keep the image?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret took out her phone.<\/p>\n
She had transferred old correspondence to cloud storage.<\/p>\n
After several minutes, she found it.<\/p>\n
The photograph showed a blue envelope.<\/p>\n
Inside was a handwritten letter.<\/p>\n
Mom leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s Evelyn\u2019s stationery.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia zoomed in.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat surface is beneath it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Wood grain.<\/p>\n
Dark.<\/p>\n
A thin scratch crossing diagonally.<\/p>\n
I looked toward the old dining table.<\/p>\n
No.<\/p>\n
That table was mine.<\/p>\n
Then Dad said, \u201cI know that surface.\u201d<\/p>\n
He took the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s the desk.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat desk?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom\u2019s rolltop desk.\u201d<\/p>\n
The one Dara had inherited.<\/p>\n
My pulse accelerated.<\/p>\n
The letter had not come from the box by the oak.<\/p>\n
It had been in Grandma\u2019s possession.<\/p>\n
Then Dara\u2019s.<\/p>\n
That explained the green box.<\/p>\n
But not why Margaret remembered Everett saying he stored it here.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe Grandma had another copy,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Margaret nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cPossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
We continued through the documents.<\/p>\n
Near the bottom of the box was a folded inventory list.<\/p>\n
Everett had written it.<\/p>\n
Tax receipts.<\/p>\n
Agreement.<\/p>\n
Arthur letters.<\/p>\n
Photograph.<\/p>\n
Notebook.<\/p>\n
Key.<\/p>\n
Then one final item.<\/p>\n
Evelyn letter to M.<\/p>\n
The letter had indeed been in the buried box.<\/p>\n
It was missing now.<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen was the box last opened?\u201d Patricia asked.<\/p>\n
Margaret shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverett said he sealed it before selling.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel\u2019s father later took custody of Everett\u2019s papers, but not necessarily the buried box.<\/p>\n
The box had remained on the property.<\/p>\n
Or so everyone believed.<\/p>\n
I remembered something.<\/p>\n
Samuel told me Dara knew a box existed.<\/p>\n
Margaret had told her.<\/p>\n
What if Dara found it first?<\/p>\n
I called Samuel.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Dara visited you last year, did you tell her where the stone was?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Margaret?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret shook her head vigorously.<\/p>\n
\u201cI only told her there was a box by an oak.\u201d<\/p>\n
There were many oaks.<\/p>\n
But Dara had visited my property without permission at least once.<\/p>\n
The photograph used in the family cabin group showed the green sofa through my window.<\/p>\n
Someone had been close enough to stand on the porch.<\/p>\n
Maybe Dara.<\/p>\n
Maybe someone acting for her.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid your security cameras exist then?\u201d Patricia asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
We looked at the rusted box.<\/p>\n
The lock had been corroded.<\/p>\n
When I opened it, I assumed age had destroyed it.<\/p>\n
Now I examined the clasp.<\/p>\n
There were scratches near the seam.<\/p>\n
Not proof.<\/p>\n
Could be decades old.<\/p>\n
Could be from me.<\/p>\n
Could be anything.<\/p>\n
Dad stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cCall her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Patricia said.<\/p>\n
He looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause if Dara has documents connected to this, you don\u2019t want her deciding what to do with them before you know what exists.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad sat again.<\/p>\n
The instinct to confront Dara was powerful.<\/p>\n
So was the new discipline of not handing her advance warning.<\/p>\n
Margaret looked tired.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want another case.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t either,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI came to meet my brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad touched her hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd see this place.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked around.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t care about inheritance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI believe you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want your cabin.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI believe that too.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood. Because I\u2019m too old to start cutting grass on forty acres.\u201d<\/p>\n
That made us laugh.<\/p>\n
The relief was brief but welcome.<\/p>\n
We ate lunch outside.<\/p>\n
No family announcement.<\/p>\n
No grand photograph.<\/p>\n
No attempt to turn the meeting into a symbolic reconciliation.<\/p>\n
Margaret told stories about Everett.<\/p>\n
Dad told stories about Arthur.<\/p>\n
Sometimes they described the same habit from different lives.<\/p>\n
Arthur whistled while repairing things.<\/p>\n
Arthur hated tomatoes unless they were cooked.<\/p>\n
Arthur folded dollar bills lengthwise in his wallet.<\/p>\n
Arthur kept peppermints in the car.<\/p>\n
Each shared detail stitched two histories together.<\/p>\n
Not perfectly.<\/p>\n
Not enough to erase the years.<\/p>\n
But enough to prove they had always been connected whether they knew it or not.<\/p>\n
Before leaving, Margaret walked with me to the oak.<\/p>\n
She touched the bark.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe used to stand here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMostly things fathers say when they don\u2019t know how to be fathers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds complicated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward the creek.<\/p>\n
\u201cI spent a lot of years believing being hidden meant I was shameful.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I got older and realized the shame belonged to the people doing the hiding.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t make your cabin pay for what happened here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look at this place like you\u2019re waiting for history to claim it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She was right.<\/p>\n
\u201cI bought it before I knew any of this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen remember that.\u201d<\/p>\n
We walked back uphill.<\/p>\n
At the gate, she hugged me.<\/p>\n
Then Dad.<\/p>\n
Mom.<\/p>\n
Even Patricia.<\/p>\n
Before getting into the car, Margaret turned around.<\/p>\n
\u201cOne more thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Dara visited me in Idaho, she had a photograph on her phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat photograph?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe stone by the oak.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin went cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLast July.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before the reunion.<\/p>\n
Before the contractor.<\/p>\n
Before Dara claimed she only suspected a family connection.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure it was this stone?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret looked toward the creek.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe asked whether that was where Everett buried the box.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt the entire timeline rearrange itself again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you tell her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich was?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat I thought so.\u201d<\/p>\n
The car left.<\/p>\n
I stood at the gate long after it disappeared.<\/p>\n
Patricia remained beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew where to look,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe had a picture of the stone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd a letter listed in the box inventory later appeared in her possession.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the oak.<\/p>\n
The family-cabin fraud had already been exposed.<\/p>\n
Dara had already faced consequences.<\/p>\n
I had believed the worst of what she had done was behind us.<\/p>\n
Now I understood we might have been looking at only the part that involved money.<\/p>\n
The deeper part involved history.<\/p>\n
And sometime before my cameras were installed, my sister may have walked onto my land, found a buried box meant for Margaret, opened it, and removed the one letter proving Grandma had eventually tried to tell the truth.<\/p>\n
The realization made me physically uncomfortable. I had opened a box intended for someone else. Legally, the situation was probably more complicated. Morally, it felt simple. The moment I understood … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9350,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9359","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\/9359","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=9359"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9359\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9443,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9359\/revisions\/9443"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9350"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9359"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9359"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9359"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}