\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake said it first.<\/p>\n
He stood near the kitchen doorway, both hands raised slightly as though refusing something physically approaching him.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I moved toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cJake\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
He looked at Michael.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re my father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael\u2019s mouth opened.<\/p>\n
Nothing came.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen say it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m your father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBiologically.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael\u2019s face twisted.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake turned away.<\/p>\n
The pain on his face was worse than anger.<\/p>\n
For all the secrets in our house, one thing had always seemed certain.<\/p>\n
Jake belonged to us.<\/p>\n
Now even that had been touched.<\/p>\n
Lily stood very still.<\/p>\n
She had learned only months ago that her family might not be hers.<\/p>\n
Watching Jake discover the same uncertainty seemed to frighten her.<\/p>\n
Officer Ramirez picked up my father\u2019s notebook.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to treat this as evidence.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf what? A thirty-year-old note saying my mother might have been drugged?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ramirez did not react.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt identifies a named individual and describes possible sexual assault.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words landed harder than the handwriting had.<\/p>\n
Sexual assault.<\/p>\n
I had not allowed myself to frame it that way.<\/p>\n
Not yet.<\/p>\n
Because that would require imagining a night I could not remember.<\/p>\n
Michael stood beside me.<\/p>\n
He did not touch me.<\/p>\n
But he was close.<\/p>\n
Closer than he had chosen to stand in years.<\/p>\n
Jake walked to the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cDNA.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe test.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTonight?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAs soon as possible.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael nodded.<\/p>\n
Jake turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Lily.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes widened.<\/p>\n
Jake looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you want.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ramirez said police laboratories would not process a family-relationship question without a relevant criminal case, but private accredited testing could establish biological relationships.<\/p>\n
He told us not to use another public genealogy site.<\/p>\n
We agreed.<\/p>\n
By seven the next morning, none of us had slept.<\/p>\n
Ramirez left shortly before dawn after arranging for the notebook, nurse\u2019s note, and threatening messages to be formally documented.<\/p>\n
Dr. Evans called at eight.<\/p>\n
I told her enough to make her cancel her morning schedule.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome in immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael drove.<\/p>\n
Jake and Lily followed.<\/p>\n
Dr. Evans read Caroline Webb\u2019s note twice.<\/p>\n
Her face became increasingly grave.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis medication regimen is concerning.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould it have hidden pregnancy symptoms?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot by itself. But combined with sedatives, psychological stress, and deliberate misinformation, it could have made it easier for someone to persuade you that physical changes had another cause.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWould I not feel a baby moving?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t remember that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMemory is not a reliable recorder, especially if you were medicated.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere were months when I thought something was wrong with my stomach.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou barely spoke to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence came out harsher than I intended.<\/p>\n
He accepted it.<\/p>\n
Dr. Evans examined the birth photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe hospital room looks consistent with the old private wing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou recognize it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI trained there briefly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould someone have admitted me under psychiatric coding?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn 2008, records between departments were less integrated. It would have been difficult, but not impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about the scars?\u201d<\/p>\n
She pulled up my scan.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you delivered vaginally, these scars still require explanation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen something else happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI need the original operative report.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was stolen.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cStolen?\u201d<\/p>\n
I told her about the break-in.<\/p>\n
She sat back.<\/p>\n
\u201cSusan, this is beyond a medical-record discrepancy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can request archived hospital microfilm.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cMicrofilm?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome records from that period were duplicated before digitization.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWould surgery notes be there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDepends on the archive.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
After eighteen years, even a few days felt unbearable.<\/p>\n
Dr. Evans then examined Lily\u2019s birth record.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe date fits a late-third-trimester delivery if the March estimate was falsified.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWould doctors mistake eight weeks for something much later?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo the March record was altered deliberately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf the October photograph and nursing note are authentic, that becomes a serious possibility.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily sat quietly beside Jake.<\/p>\n
Dr. Evans noticed her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou must be Lily.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you had medical care recently?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor my clotting disorder.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know the diagnosis?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily told her.<\/p>\n
Dr. Evans went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat condition can be inherited.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I mean Susan was tested for something similar years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter Jake was born.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not remember.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas I positive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily and I stared at each other.<\/p>\n
Dr. Evans held up a hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat proves nothing about parentage. Many unrelated people share genetic conditions.\u201d<\/p>\n
But the room had already changed.<\/p>\n
She arranged blood draws for all four of us through an accredited laboratory.<\/p>\n
Jake.<\/p>\n
Lily.<\/p>\n
Me.<\/p>\n
Michael.<\/p>\n
\u201cResults may take several days,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
Jake shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cExpedited.\u201d<\/p>\n
The technician said forty-eight hours was the fastest validated option available.<\/p>\n
We paid for it.<\/p>\n
The next two days were among the longest of my life.<\/p>\n
Police located Caroline Webb.<\/p>\n
She was alive.<\/p>\n
Seventy-three.<\/p>\n
Living in Vermont.<\/p>\n
Ramirez arranged a video interview.<\/p>\n
I was not permitted to participate, but afterward he told us she had confirmed writing the note.<\/p>\n
She remembered me.<\/p>\n
More importantly, she remembered Daniel.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe visited the hospital?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cAccording to her, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore Lily\u2019s delivery.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he see me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe doesn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he take the baby?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ramirez nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWebb says Margaret left with the infant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHarris told staff she had guardianship.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas that legal?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re investigating.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Webb mean when she wrote that Margaret opposed Daniel\u2019s plan?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe says Daniel wanted the baby placed with someone else.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe never knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Harris tell her why?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everything kept circling the same missing center.<\/p>\n
Daniel wanted Lily.<\/p>\n
Harris hid her.<\/p>\n
Margaret raised her.<\/p>\n
Someone threatened Michael.<\/p>\n
Someone watched Jake.<\/p>\n
My father knew Daniel before any of us did.<\/p>\n
And now Daniel was back.<\/p>\n
On the second afternoon, the DNA laboratory called.<\/p>\n
They emailed the report while we were all in the kitchen.<\/p>\n
No one wanted to open it.<\/p>\n
Finally Jake said, \u201cDo it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened the file.<\/p>\n
The first result compared me with Lily.<\/p>\n
Probability of biological maternity: greater than 99.99%.<\/p>\n
My hand covered my mouth.<\/p>\n
Lily stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
No one spoke.<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words escaped before I knew whether I had the right to say them.<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled.<\/p>\n
She nodded once.<\/p>\n
I reached across the table.<\/p>\n
I stopped halfway.<\/p>\n
I would not assume touch.<\/p>\n
Not after everything done to both of us.<\/p>\n
Lily looked at my hand.<\/p>\n
Then placed hers in it.<\/p>\n
Her fingers were cold.<\/p>\n
I closed mine gently around them.<\/p>\n
Eighteen years vanished and remained at the same time.<\/p>\n
I had not held her when she was born.<\/p>\n
I had not fed her.<\/p>\n
I had not watched her first steps.<\/p>\n
I had missed fevers, scraped knees, school mornings, birthdays.<\/p>\n
But she was here.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
My daughter.<\/p>\n
Jake wiped his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cNext one.\u201d<\/p>\n
I scrolled.<\/p>\n
Lily and Jake.<\/p>\n
The report classified them as biological half-siblings.<\/p>\n
Not full siblings.<\/p>\n
Jake stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means you share one biological parent,\u201d Lily whispered.<\/p>\n
All eyes turned to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I said. \u201cMe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake looked at Michael.<\/p>\n
His face hardened as though preparing for impact.<\/p>\n
I scrolled again.<\/p>\n
Michael and Jake.<\/p>\n
Probability of biological paternity: greater than 99.99%.<\/p>\n
Jake exhaled so sharply it became almost a laugh.<\/p>\n
Michael bent forward, both hands covering his face.<\/p>\n
For a moment he looked twenty years younger.<\/p>\n
Jake crossed the room.<\/p>\n
Michael stood.<\/p>\n
They embraced.<\/p>\n
Not briefly.<\/p>\n
Not politely.<\/p>\n
Father and son held each other with eighteen years of things neither had said.<\/p>\n
I looked away because the moment belonged to them.<\/p>\n
Lily squeezed my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat means Daniel isn\u2019t Jake\u2019s father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Relief should have followed.<\/p>\n
Instead another question emerged.<\/p>\n
Why had my father believed otherwise?<\/p>\n
The notebook claimed Daniel was present before Jake\u2019s conception.<\/p>\n
Yet DNA proved Michael was Jake\u2019s father.<\/p>\n
Either my father was mistaken.<\/p>\n
Or someone wanted him to believe Daniel had assaulted me.<\/p>\n
Jake sat again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about Lily\u2019s father?\u201d<\/p>\n
The report listed no comparison.<\/p>\n
Because we had no sample from Daniel.<\/p>\n
Michael said quietly, \u201cThere may be one.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe photograph from Boston.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA photograph doesn\u2019t contain DNA.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. But Price sent me something else.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stood and went toward the study.<\/p>\n
I followed.<\/p>\n
In the black case was a sealed plastic evidence envelope.<\/p>\n
Inside was a drinking straw.<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou kept that for seven years?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPrice collected it from a caf\u00e9 after Daniel left.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that legal?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have no idea.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan we test it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Officer Ramirez hated the idea.<\/p>\n
The laboratory hated it more.<\/p>\n
Chain-of-custody problems made the sample useless for court unless properly authenticated.<\/p>\n
But for private comparison, they agreed to attempt extraction.<\/p>\n
The result arrived the following evening.<\/p>\n
We gathered again.<\/p>\n
Lily sat beside me this time.<\/p>\n
Not across the room.<\/p>\n
I opened the report.<\/p>\n
The sample quality was limited.<\/p>\n
But sufficient.<\/p>\n
Probability Daniel Harris was Lily\u2019s biological father: greater than 99.9%.<\/p>\n
Lily closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
I felt nothing at first.<\/p>\n
Then nausea.<\/p>\n
Daniel had fathered my child.<\/p>\n
The man I knew as Ethan had not merely approached me for an affair.<\/p>\n
He had apparently sought pregnancy deliberately.<\/p>\n
I scrolled through the technical notes.<\/p>\n
Something else was attached.<\/p>\n
A kinship comparison between Daniel and me had been included automatically because both profiles were available.<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael leaned over.<\/p>\n
The report identified a distant biological relationship.<\/p>\n
Not close.<\/p>\n
But significant enough to indicate shared ancestry.<\/p>\n
I stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel and I are related.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake said, \u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
The report estimated second- to third-cousin range.<\/p>\n
Michael sat down slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father\u2019s partners.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered the trust.<\/p>\n
The inheritance.<\/p>\n
The obsession with descendants.<\/p>\n
Maybe Daniel had not been chosen merely because he could father a child.<\/p>\n
Maybe his bloodline mattered too.<\/p>\n
My phone rang.<\/p>\n
Unknown number.<\/p>\n
Ramirez had told me not to answer.<\/p>\n
This time I did.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s voice came immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou got the results.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone in the room went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause the lab was never the question.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin chilled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re Lily\u2019s father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily stood.<\/p>\n
I put the call on speaker.<\/p>\n
Daniel continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd before you ask, Susan, I did approach you because of the trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily recoiled.<\/p>\n
I gripped the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou used me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The admission was so calm that I could not speak.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut your father lied to you about one thing,\u201d Daniel said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe money was never the reason I came back in 2008.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I learned what Harris and Margaret had done after Jake was born.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did they do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey changed the trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael leaned closer.<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s voice lowered.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe original trust required a child carrying blood from both families.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the kinship report.<\/p>\n
\u201cBoth families.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYours and mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat families?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou still don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s why Harris kept you ignorant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHarris hid Lily from you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he discovered what my father and yours had built the trust to protect.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Michael.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel paused.<\/p>\n
When he answered, his voice had lost some of its control.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was never an inheritance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what was it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA ledger.\u201d<\/p>\n
No one spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cA ledger of what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPayments. Names. Dates. Medical procedures. Children.\u201d<\/p>\n
My grip tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat children?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe ones born before Lily.\u201d<\/p>\n
A chill spread through me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expect me to believe that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI expect you to finally understand why people are willing to kill for page forty-seven.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at my father\u2019s notebook.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat page says nothing about a ledger.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWrong page.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe notebook was a decoy.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is the real record?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHarris put it inside something no one would destroy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour medical file.\u201d<\/p>\n
The stolen folder.<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Someone had already taken it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re too late.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe folder from Michael\u2019s study was a copy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael stared at the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow would you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I have the original.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily moved beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice changed when he heard her.<\/p>\n
\u201cLily.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is Margaret?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs she alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily gripped the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith the one person Susan should have questioned eighteen years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of Harris.<\/p>\n
Dead.<\/p>\n
My father.<\/p>\n
Dead.<\/p>\n
Caroline Webb.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
Then another person surfaced from the oldest memory.<\/p>\n
Someone who had been with us before the overdose.<\/p>\n
Someone who had known Michael, my father, and Dr. Harris.<\/p>\n
Someone whose name had never appeared in the files because I had never thought to look for it.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
Daniel said nothing.<\/p>\n
My blood turned cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother died twelve years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Susan.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room disappeared around me.<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s next words were almost gentle.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was what you were told.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d Jake said it first. He stood near the kitchen doorway, both hands raised slightly as though refusing something physically approaching him. \u201cNo.\u201d I moved toward him. \u201cJake\u2014\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d I … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9489,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9497","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\/9497","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=9497"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9497\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9540,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9497\/revisions\/9540"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9489"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9497"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9497"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9497"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}