I called Daniel from the cemetery.<\/p>\n
The number he had used no longer connected.<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
Michael sent the photograph.<\/p>\n
I enlarged it.<\/p>\n
Daniel looked younger, exactly as I remembered him from 2008.<\/p>\n
Thomas Keene stood beside him in a dark suit.<\/p>\n
They were outside a restaurant.<\/p>\n
Their hands were clasped.<\/p>\n
Not accidentally.<\/p>\n
Not passing in a crowd.<\/p>\n
Meeting.<\/p>\n
The date on the back was March 1.<\/p>\n
Three days later, Ethan had found me alone in the faculty lounge and asked whether I wanted coffee.<\/p>\n
I had told myself the invitation was spontaneous.<\/p>\n
The photograph proved at least one thing.<\/p>\n
Nothing about his arrival had been spontaneous.<\/p>\n
Lily studied the image.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe Daniel told the truth about working with Keene then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told us Keene became dangerous after the pregnancy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t say when.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
She had been listening more carefully than I had.<\/p>\n
Jake joined us from across the cemetery.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Michael find?\u201d<\/p>\n
I showed him.<\/p>\n
His jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Daniel could still be working with Keene.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen the locker could be bait.\u201d<\/p>\n
I immediately called Michael.<\/p>\n
He answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cLeave.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGet out of the storage facility.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSusan\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not argue.<\/p>\n
We heard him moving.<\/p>\n
A door closed.<\/p>\n
Footsteps.<\/p>\n
Then the scrape of something heavy.<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m outside the unit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you see anyone?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGo to your car.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m taking the file.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf it\u2019s bait, they may be watching the documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not leaving your medical records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPhotograph everything and leave originals.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI already photographed most of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen go.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
He hated it.<\/p>\n
I knew exactly what expression he was making.<\/p>\n
But eighteen years of caution finally worked in our favor.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right.\u201d<\/p>\n
He reached the car.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy rear tire is flat.\u201d<\/p>\n
Every muscle in my body tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cGet inside and lock the doors.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did.<\/p>\n
\u201cCall 911.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlready am.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward Jake.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone disabled Michael\u2019s car.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily went pale.<\/p>\n
The groundskeeper had retreated toward his office.<\/p>\n
Ramirez\u2019s plainclothes officers were approaching us now.<\/p>\n
Our decoy was over.<\/p>\n
Michael remained on speaker.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s a truck entering the lot.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhite utility van.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStay down.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can see two men.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ramirez\u2019s detective took my phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Miller, this is Detective Shaw. Keep your doors locked. Officers are being dispatched.\u201d<\/p>\n
The van slowed near Michael\u2019s vehicle.<\/p>\n
Then passed.<\/p>\n
Michael whispered, \u201cThey\u2019re stopping near the locker.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shaw said, \u201cDo not exit.\u201d<\/p>\n
One man entered the building.<\/p>\n
The other stayed in the van.<\/p>\n
After less than two minutes, the first man returned carrying one of the plastic bins.<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey knew which unit.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shaw asked Michael for the van\u2019s plate.<\/p>\n
He read it aloud.<\/p>\n
The van left.<\/p>\n
\u201cFollow?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Shaw said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll locate it without putting your husband in a pursuit.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hated how reasonable that sounded.<\/p>\n
Michael\u2019s breathing remained audible through the phone.<\/p>\n
I said, \u201cAre you all right?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was not a convincing answer.<\/p>\n
We regrouped at the police station rather than home.<\/p>\n
The decision came from Shaw.<\/p>\n
Our house had already been entered.<\/p>\n
The storage facility had been watched.<\/p>\n
No one wanted Lily returning to Jake\u2019s apartment.<\/p>\n
For the first time, the police treated the pattern as more than family paranoia.<\/p>\n
Threatening messages.<\/p>\n
Surveillance.<\/p>\n
The break-in.<\/p>\n
The stolen medical file.<\/p>\n
The cemetery revelation.<\/p>\n
The storage facility.<\/p>\n
The ledger photographs.<\/p>\n
Shaw brought in a federal investigator by evening.<\/p>\n
Special Agent Monica Reyes entered the interview room carrying a laptop and an expression that revealed nothing.<\/p>\n
She was in her forties, dressed plainly, hair pulled back tightly.<\/p>\n
She looked at each of us.<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore we begin, I need one thing understood. No more private contact with Daniel Harris.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily folded her arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe contacts us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not engage without telling us.\u201d<\/p>\n
I asked, \u201cDo you know who he is?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe are trying to establish that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat means yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means his name appears in material we are reviewing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat material?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe records Mr. Miller photographed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael had uploaded everything before officers arrived.<\/p>\n
Reyes looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did the right thing photographing the documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael almost smiled.<\/p>\n
After years of secrecy, the approval appeared to land strangely.<\/p>\n
Reyes continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe storage company\u2019s cameras show the van.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you identify the men?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about the plate?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStolen.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
\u201cKeene?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe are locating him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s retired.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOfficially.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s exact wording.<\/p>\n
I noticed Reyes noticed it too.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve heard that before,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
She did not answer.<\/p>\n
Instead, she opened the photograph of Daniel and Keene.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me when you first met Daniel Harris.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMarch 2008.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAs Ethan?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She asked about the school.<\/p>\n
The coffee.<\/p>\n
The affair.<\/p>\n
The overdose.<\/p>\n
I answered everything.<\/p>\n
No euphemisms.<\/p>\n
No shrinking my responsibility.<\/p>\n
When I finished, Reyes said, \u201cDid he ever ask about your father?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot directly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFamily property?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInvestments?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot that I remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChildren?\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cJake.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked whether I wanted more children.\u201d<\/p>\n
The memory returned unexpectedly.<\/p>\n
We had been sitting in his car after school.<\/p>\n
Ethan asked if I ever regretted having only one child.<\/p>\n
I had laughed.<\/p>\n
I told him sometimes I missed having a baby in the house, but Michael and I were past that stage.<\/p>\n
Reyes leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked whether I could still get pregnant.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael looked at me.<\/p>\n
I had never told him that.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the time,\u201d I said, \u201cI thought it was flirtation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Lily.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow it sounds like research.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes wrote something.<\/p>\n
Lily said, \u201cDaniel already admitted he wanted to get her pregnant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why are we pretending we don\u2019t know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause admissions made over an unrecorded phone call by a person using multiple identities are not the same as verified evidence.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer irritated me.<\/p>\n
It also made sense.<\/p>\n
Reyes showed us one ledger photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis code here. CH-17.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt appears repeatedly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe located an older federal investigation involving the Carter-Harris Foundation.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heartbeat quickened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c1996.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was closed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInsufficient evidence.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho led it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cA Treasury investigator named Samuel Price.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael looked up sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cPrice?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy private investigator was Leonard Price.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cRelationship?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She typed.<\/p>\n
A minute later she turned the screen.<\/p>\n
Samuel Price had a son.<\/p>\n
Leonard.<\/p>\n
The same private investigator Michael hired.<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did you hire him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was recommended.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael went still.<\/p>\n
I already knew we were about to find another buried piece.<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas Keene.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Reyes closed the laptop slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou hired an investigator recommended by Keene?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know what Keene was then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c2018.\u201d<\/p>\n
I rubbed my forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy were you still speaking to Keene?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe handled your mother\u2019s estate.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou trusted him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Even after threats.<\/p>\n
Even after hidden records.<\/p>\n
Michael had not known where the danger came from.<\/p>\n
Keene had remained close enough to direct the investigation.<\/p>\n
Reyes said, \u201cLeonard Price may have been investigating Keene independently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why take the case?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo access what Mr. Miller knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael looked sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd two weeks later he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes did not comment on causation.<\/p>\n
But she wrote down the date.<\/p>\n
I asked, \u201cWas his father\u2019s federal case about children?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cPartly.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did they find?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA pattern of irregular private adoptions connected to several clinics.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUnknown.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd it disappeared?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was closed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSenior officials.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNames?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome are redacted.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Miller, understand something. This is exactly why I don\u2019t want you confronting anyone. If even part of these records are authentic, you\u2019re dealing with conduct that crossed institutions over decades.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily said, \u201cAnd my birthday?\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou turn eighteen October 29?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need the full trust document.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKeene probably has it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
I asked, \u201cWhat happens if Lily does nothing?\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes\u2019s answer was careful.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat depends on the trust language.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe were told Keene becomes trustee.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf that is accurate, he could gain significant control over trust property and associated records.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want the money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis may not be primarily about money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked exhausted.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want any of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I took her hand.<\/p>\n
She allowed it.<\/p>\n
Reyes said, \u201cYou may not have to accept assets to preserve evidence. Attorneys can advise you once we obtain the instrument.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAttorneys we can trust?\u201d<\/p>\n
That question hung awkwardly.<\/p>\n
Reyes said, \u201cI can refer you to counsel unaffiliated with anyone named in these records.\u201d<\/p>\n
A detective entered.<\/p>\n
He whispered something to Reyes.<\/p>\n
Her expression sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at us.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe van from Baltimore was found.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbandoned.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDocuments?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael asked, \u201cAnything inside?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes turned the laptop.<\/p>\n
A photograph taken by local police showed the van\u2019s cargo area.<\/p>\n
On the floor lay a blue scarf with white flowers.<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s scarf.<\/p>\n
The original.<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s hers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow can you be sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe initials.\u201d<\/p>\n
The image showed a stitched E.M. on the hem.<\/p>\n
I felt my pulse in my throat.<\/p>\n
They had left it deliberately.<\/p>\n
A message.<\/p>\n
Or proof.<\/p>\n
Lily whispered, \u201cThey know we know she\u2019s alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
My phone buzzed despite being in police custody mode.<\/p>\n
Unknown number.<\/p>\n
Reyes held out her hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not answer yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
She connected it through recording equipment.<\/p>\n
Then nodded.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel.<\/p>\n
His voice was breathless.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou opened the locker.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou weren\u2019t supposed to let police photograph everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anger surged.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t get to dictate that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Michael take the black envelope?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat black envelope?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel swore.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen Keene has it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was inside?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe amended trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe real one?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel went quiet.<\/p>\n
Reyes signaled for me to keep him talking.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt changes everything after Lily turns eighteen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKeene doesn\u2019t become trustee if she refuses.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who does?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cMe?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat makes no sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father amended it after 1992. If a qualifying descendant survives to eighteen but declines control, authority reverts to Susan Carter Miller.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael stared at me.<\/p>\n
I felt no relief.<\/p>\n
Only dread.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Keene needs either Lily or me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy threaten us rather than kill us?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause if both of you die before activation, the trust dissolves and the ledger automatically goes to federal custody.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes\u2019s eyes sharpened.<\/p>\n
A dead-man switch.<\/p>\n
My father had built one.<\/p>\n
I understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cKeene needs one of us alive and controllable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily whispered, \u201cAnd if neither of us cooperates?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel said, \u201cThen he needs the amendment destroyed before your birthday.\u201d<\/p>\n
The stolen envelope.<\/p>\n
The van.<\/p>\n
Everything fit.<\/p>\n
I asked, \u201cWhere is my mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel breathed heavily.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m trying to find out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said you knew the residence.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s not there anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWithin the last hour.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily grabbed the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret too?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did they go?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes wrote something and slid it toward me.<\/p>\n
Ask how he knows.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know they were moved?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI had someone watching.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t give you his name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I can\u2019t trust you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou shouldn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Again, that answer.<\/p>\n
Then he said, \u201cBut you need to trust one thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKeene is not the person moving them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes\u2019s pen stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s voice became quieter.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cDr. Harris is dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went silent.<\/p>\n
Daniel continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe death certificate was as real as Evelyn\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n
Lily looked at me.<\/p>\n
Another dead person who might not be dead.<\/p>\n
Another funeral.<\/p>\n
Another certificate.<\/p>\n
Another life built on paperwork.<\/p>\n
Daniel said, \u201cLeonard Harris is alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then the call ended.<\/p>\n
I called Daniel from the cemetery. The number he had used no longer connected. Of course. Michael sent the photograph. I enlarged it. Daniel looked younger, exactly as I remembered … <\/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-9500","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\/9500","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=9500"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9500\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9543,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9500\/revisions\/9543"}],"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=9500"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9500"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9500"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}