Anna did not cry.<\/p>\n
Not immediately.<\/p>\n
She sat down beside Carl's hospital bed and stared at Harris.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid they verify her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat station?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWilmington.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCall them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey're already arranging secure video.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris nodded.<\/p>\n
He understood that waiting was no longer a neutral act.<\/p>\n
Twenty minutes later we were moved to a conference room on the hospital's administrative floor.<\/p>\n
Carl remained upstairs under guard.<\/p>\n
Lily and Maya sat beside me.<\/p>\n
Anna stood.<\/p>\n
She couldn't seem to tolerate the idea of sitting.<\/p>\n
A monitor flickered.<\/p>\n
A woman appeared.<\/p>\n
Older than Evelyn.<\/p>\n
Silver threaded through dark hair cut short at the jaw.<\/p>\n
She wore a plain navy coat.<\/p>\n
Her face carried a long pale scar beside one ear.<\/p>\n
Anna made a sound.<\/p>\n
Not a word.<\/p>\n
The woman on the screen covered her mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnnie.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna staggered toward the monitor.<\/p>\n
Only then did she cry.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara's face crumpled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna struck the table with both hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't say that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let me bury you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEleven years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara opened her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't.\u201d<\/p>\n
For several moments they simply looked at each other.<\/p>\n
It was not a reunion.<\/p>\n
Not yet.<\/p>\n
It was an injury finally discovering the person who caused it had survived too.<\/p>\n
Anna wiped her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Reed knows I'm alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe probably knew before.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe suspected. Now he knows.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI contacted Carl.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou contacted him before me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara absorbed that.<\/p>\n
\u201cI needed the ledger moved.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis wasn't about loving him more.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was about deciding for me again.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara said nothing.<\/p>\n
Anna turned away.<\/p>\n
I recognized the pattern with painful clarity.<\/p>\n
Parents who believed danger gave them permission to make permanent decisions on behalf of their children.<\/p>\n
Carl.<\/p>\n
Dad.<\/p>\n
Clara.<\/p>\n
Perhaps me, if I wasn't careful.<\/p>\n
Harris stepped forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cMs. Hart, we need your statement.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'll give everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then her eyes found me.<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca Carter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wanted to hate her.<\/p>\n
Part of me did.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew where Emily was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTen years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya went still beside me.<\/p>\n
I felt Lily's hand find mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou took the photograph when she was eight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn't you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I believed Reed still had people watching your family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou believed wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara's expression tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know that I did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy daughter lost thirteen years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo did mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna turned sharply.<\/p>\n
Clara corrected herself.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn't excuse what I did.\u201d<\/p>\n
I appreciated the correction without forgiving anything.<\/p>\n
Maya spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know Sarah Bennett?\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara looked at her.<\/p>\n
For a second, I saw recognition.<\/p>\n
Not of Maya.<\/p>\n
Of Emily.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas she part of it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara hesitated.<\/p>\n
And in that hesitation, Maya understood the question mattered.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah did not know how you first came into the placement system.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she ever find out?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen you were nine.\u201d<\/p>\n
That contradicted Evelyn.<\/p>\n
She had said Sarah contacted her nine years ago\u2014when Maya would have been about nine.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara looked toward Evelyn, who stood near the back wall.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah discovered inconsistencies in the adoption records. She contacted Evelyn.\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelyn nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told her to keep quiet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara\u2019s voice hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd that nearly got her killed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelyn looked down.<\/p>\n
Maya stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned toward Clara.<\/p>\n
\u201cExplain.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah didn't keep quiet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya whispered, \u201cThat sounds like her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe hired a lawyer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPrivate attorney in another state. She also ordered independent DNA testing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya's eyes widened.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew you weren't biologically related to her or Thomas. She didn't yet know who your biological parents were.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen how did she find us?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya looked confused.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou found her first?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was tracking children from Reed's ledger. Your name appeared under the placement connected to patient 3079.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Emily wasn't 3079.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo the ledger itself had the wrong child.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCorrect. That was one reason it took years to understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen I found the Bennett family, I expected to find Anna.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna's face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cInstead you found Emily.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI watched.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word filled the room with discomfort.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor months?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSix.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya looked sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou watched me for six months.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was trying to confirm who you were.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSchool records. Medical history. Photographs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe scar.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara's gaze dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I saw the dimple.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya touched her cheek.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's not proof.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo what was?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya frowned.<\/p>\n
Clara took a breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe found me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe noticed the same car near the school twice.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya almost smiled despite herself.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCornered me outside a grocery store with a can of pepper spray.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna laughed unexpectedly.<\/p>\n
Maya did too.<\/p>\n
Then Clara's expression sobered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told her enough to make her understand the adoption was fraudulent.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya's smile vanished.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat I was lying.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara's mouth tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I showed her your photograph beside Lily's.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya looked toward Lily.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe sat in her car for an hour without speaking.\u201d<\/p>\n
I could picture Sarah Bennett without ever having met her.<\/p>\n
Another mother learning the child she loved had been stolen from someone else.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she want to do?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Clara looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cCall you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest hurt.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn't she?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I stopped her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anger rose.<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReed was still active. Two people connected to the old records had recently died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCar accidents?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne accident. One apparent suicide.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told Sarah that contacting you could expose both families.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Mom listened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor two days.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sounded right too.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened after two days?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe called me and said she didn't care what I thought. She was going to find you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse quickened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause someone broke into the Bennett house that night.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya's face drained.<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember that.\u201d<\/p>\n
We all turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was nine. Dad told me a window broke in a storm.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn't a storm.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did they take?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room chilled.<\/p>\n
The same pattern.<\/p>\n
Our house.<\/p>\n
Their house.<\/p>\n
Threats without theft.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas there a photograph?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Clara looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did it show?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya covered her mouth.<\/p>\n
Clara continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cA photograph of you leaving Lily's school.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was written?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep both families alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Sarah had understood.<\/p>\n
If she contacted me, someone might target Lily.<\/p>\n
Maya whispered, \u201cSo she stayed quiet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor years?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe never stopped trying to find a safe way.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya began crying silently.<\/p>\n
I wanted to comfort her.<\/p>\n
I stayed still.<\/p>\n
This grief belonged first to Sarah.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened four years ago?\u201d Maya asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe crash.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara took a long breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know whether Reed ordered it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou keep saying that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI won't tell you something as fact if I can't prove it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you think he did?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer was immediate.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause two weeks before Sarah and Thomas died, Sarah contacted Carl.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone turned toward him though he wasn't in the room.<\/p>\n
I stared at Clara.<\/p>\n
\u201cCarl knew the Bennetts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot personally. Sarah used an intermediary.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she tell him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat she had something belonging to Emily's biological family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara looked toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna whispered, \u201cMy letter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara reached into her coat.<\/p>\n
A Delaware officer beside her watched carefully as she removed a sealed plastic sleeve.<\/p>\n
Inside was an envelope.<\/p>\n
Rebecca Carter.<\/p>\n
Carl's handwriting?<\/p>\n
No.<\/p>\n
Sarah Bennett's.<\/p>\n
My breath caught.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA letter Sarah wrote to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFour years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore the crash?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree days.\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn't speak.<\/p>\n
Maya covered her face.<\/p>\n
Clara continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe gave it to an intermediary with instructions that it reach Carl if anything happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn't it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe intermediary panicked after the crash.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA former nurse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom the hospital?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cName?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret Ellis.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna's eyes widened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe nurse Reed attacked?\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara nodded.<\/p>\n
The room went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe survived?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut the recording\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReed hit her. She was injured, not killed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Emily saw an assault, not a murder.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The distinction mattered.<\/p>\n
Not because Reed became innocent.<\/p>\n
Because the truth was changing again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to Margaret?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe disappeared with help from me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd years later Sarah somehow found her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I connected them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya stared at Clara.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were still involved.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why didn't you bring me home?\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara answered carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause by then I no longer believed \u2018home\u2019 was a simple word.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya's expression tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah and Thomas were my parents.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca was my mother too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLily was my sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you decided none of us could handle the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI decided Reed could kill someone if I handled it badly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat still meant you decided.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya looked away.<\/p>\n
Clara turned back to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah's letter belongs to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer opened the plastic sleeve and scanned the pages into the secure system.<\/p>\n
They appeared on our monitor.<\/p>\n
I couldn't read at first.<\/p>\n
My eyes blurred.<\/p>\n
Lily squeezed my hand.<\/p>\n
Maya watched the screen.<\/p>\n
Sarah wrote that she had loved Maya from the first night the frightened five-year-old slept in her house.<\/p>\n
She described nightmares.<\/p>\n
A refusal to enter elevators.<\/p>\n
Fear of men wearing hospital badges.<\/p>\n
She wrote that Maya initially answered to another name.<\/p>\n
Emmy.<\/p>\n
My breath stopped.<\/p>\n
Maya whispered, \u201cI don't remember that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sarah's letter continued.<\/p>\n
For months, Maya spoke about a girl named Lily.<\/p>\n
Sarah and Thomas believed Lily was an imaginary friend.<\/p>\n
Until years later, when Sarah learned the truth.<\/p>\n
The next paragraph broke me.<\/p>\n
Sarah wrote that she had wanted to call me every day after finding out.<\/p>\n
She said she was ashamed of every day she waited.<\/p>\n
But she was also terrified that returning Maya suddenly would tear apart the child they loved.<\/p>\n
Then the threats began.<\/p>\n
Sarah wrote:<\/p>\n
I don't know what the right thing is anymore, only that she deserves a life where adults stop deciding the truth is too dangerous for her.<\/p>\n
I put my hand over my mouth.<\/p>\n
Maya sobbed.<\/p>\n
Lily moved first.<\/p>\n
She put an arm around her sister.<\/p>\n
Maya leaned into her.<\/p>\n
Clara's voice came quietly through the speaker.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is one more page.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked.<\/p>\n
Sarah described a memory Maya had repeated for years after the adoption.<\/p>\n
A green ceiling.<\/p>\n
A stuffed rabbit.<\/p>\n
A woman singing during storms.<\/p>\n
And a little girl saying:<\/p>\n
Wait for me, Emmy.<\/p>\n
Lily's face crumpled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI said that.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her breathing quickened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRemember what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Dad took me home. I didn't want to leave Emily.\u201d<\/p>\n
She squeezed her eyes shut.<\/p>\n
\u201cI said I'd wait.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya stared at her.<\/p>\n
Something moved across her face.<\/p>\n
Recognition.<\/p>\n
Not complete memory.<\/p>\n
But something.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou called me Emmy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily nodded through tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou hated Emily when we were little.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya laughed through hers.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat makes no sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said Emily sounded like an old lady.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed despite myself.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou demanded Emmy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya pressed both hands to her face.<\/p>\n
The room stayed quiet until Harris's phone rang.<\/p>\n
He answered.<\/p>\n
His expression changed immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone looked toward him.<\/p>\n
He listened.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
\u201cSecure the scene. Do not approach alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
He ended the call.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey found Reed's vehicle.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOutside the Bennett house.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe went back?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris looked toward Clara on the monitor.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause someone else was inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara's face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret Ellis.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna did not cry. Not immediately. She sat down beside Carl's hospital bed and stared at Harris. \u201cDid they verify her?\u201d \u201cNot yet.\u201d \u201cWhat station?\u201d \u201cWilmington.\u201d \u201cCall them.\u201d \u201cThey're already … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9969,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9980","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\/9980","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=9980"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9980\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10024,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9980\/revisions\/10024"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9969"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9980"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9980"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9980"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}