I listened to Mom\u2019s voicemail the next morning in Elena\u2019s office. Daniel sat beside me. Elena placed the phone on the table and pressed play.<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s voice sounded thinner than I remembered.<\/p>\n
She began by acknowledging that she was violating the contact restriction.<\/p>\n
Then she said she had withheld something.<\/p>\n
Something important.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was afraid,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
A pause followed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot of Jenna.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf Natalie.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand tightened around Daniel\u2019s.<\/p>\n
Mom explained that Natalie had come to their house the night before the visit. She had been drinking, though Mom insisted she was not drunk. She was angry about me again.<\/p>\n
Specifically, she was furious because I had refused to let her babysit Lily.<\/p>\n
I remembered the argument.<\/p>\n
Natalie had offered to keep Lily while Daniel and I went out for our anniversary. We were not ready to leave our six-month-old overnight.<\/p>\n
Natalie called me controlling.<\/p>\n
Mom said I had hurt her feelings.<\/p>\n
At the time, it was just another family disagreement.<\/p>\n
Now every word carried weight.<\/p>\n
On the voicemail, Mom said Natalie had complained that I treated her as though she could not be trusted.<\/p>\n
Mom told her to stop obsessing.<\/p>\n
Natalie replied that perhaps the next day I would finally have a reason not to trust her.<\/p>\n
Daniel whispered something under his breath.<\/p>\n
Mom had asked what she meant.<\/p>\n
Natalie laughed.<\/p>\n
Mom asked whether they were still doing the flour prank.<\/p>\n
Natalie said yes.<\/p>\n
Mom pressed her.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you going to hurt Lily?\u201d<\/p>\n
Natalie answered that she wasn\u2019t going to hurt the baby.<\/p>\n
She was going to teach me something.<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s voice broke on the recording.<\/p>\n
She admitted she should have called me that night.<\/p>\n
She should have canceled the visit.<\/p>\n
She should have told Dad.<\/p>\n
She should have warned me.<\/p>\n
Instead she convinced herself Natalie was being dramatic.<\/p>\n
Then came the sentence I would remember longer than the apology.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought Jenna could handle her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the phone.<\/p>\n
Mom continued.<\/p>\n
I had always handled Natalie.<\/p>\n
When we were children, if Natalie wanted my toy, Mom could persuade me to surrender it.<\/p>\n
If Natalie wanted my seat, I moved.<\/p>\n
If she wanted the larger piece of cake, I accepted the smaller one.<\/p>\n
If she became angry, I was the child expected to stop arguing.<\/p>\n
Mom called that maturity.<\/p>\n
Now she admitted what it really meant.<\/p>\n
Making me bend was easier than making Natalie stop.<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
Mom said she had been afraid Natalie would hate her if she took my side.<\/p>\n
The recording ended.<\/p>\n
Silence remained.<\/p>\n
Finally Daniel said, \u201cShe did choose.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was exactly it.<\/p>\n
Mom spoke as if she had avoided choosing between us.<\/p>\n
But silence had been a choice.<\/p>\n
Bringing Natalie to my home had been a choice.<\/p>\n
Telling me to let Natalie handle Lily had been a choice.<\/p>\n
Elena explained that Mom had now given investigators a formal statement.<\/p>\n
It contained another detail.<\/p>\n
After Natalie\u2019s threatening remark the night before, Mom had followed her toward the garage.<\/p>\n
Natalie went near the shelves where Dad kept chemicals.<\/p>\n
Mom saw her there.<\/p>\n
She knew Natalie had previously photographed the pesticide.<\/p>\n
Yet she told nobody.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t know Natalie would poison Lily,\u201d I said carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo evidence shows she knew the exact method,\u201d Elena answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut she knew Natalie was furious. She knew Natalie had changed the plan. She knew Natalie had a history of putting things into food. She saw her near the chemicals.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then she came to my house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Precision felt almost like mercy.<\/p>\n
I hated it.<\/p>\n
But I wanted the truth, not revenge dressed as truth.<\/p>\n
Mom had not put pesticide into the bottle.<\/p>\n
Natalie had.<\/p>\n
Mom had not intended Lily\u2019s lungs to fail.<\/p>\n
But Mom had recognized danger and chosen family peace over warning me.<\/p>\n
That distinction mattered legally.<\/p>\n
Emotionally, it changed very little.<\/p>\n
Elena asked me to begin preparing a victim-impact statement in case the case eventually ended in a plea or sentencing.<\/p>\n
That night I sat at the dining table.<\/p>\n
The first sentence took almost an hour.<\/p>\n
I wrote that Lily had been six months old when Natalie deliberately placed pesticide into something she knew would be used on her.<\/p>\n
Then I wrote facts.<\/p>\n
The cough.<\/p>\n
The ambulance.<\/p>\n
The ventilator.<\/p>\n
The IV bruises.<\/p>\n
Waking at night because silence frightened me.<\/p>\n
Checking seals on groceries.<\/p>\n
Watching Claire feed Lily while fighting the urge to snatch the bottle away.<\/p>\n
Hearing Daniel cry in the shower when he thought I could not hear him.<\/p>\n
I stopped there for a long time.<\/p>\n
Trauma had made me so occupied with my own fear that I sometimes forgot Daniel had almost lost Lily too.<\/p>\n
Near two in the morning, Lily stirred through the monitor.<\/p>\n
I went to her room.<\/p>\n
She was awake, rubbing one fist against her cheek.<\/p>\n
I picked her up.<\/p>\n
Her breathing still sounded slightly rough after sleep.<\/p>\n
Doctors said it was expected.<\/p>\n
My body never believed them immediately.<\/p>\n
I counted.<\/p>\n
One.<\/p>\n
Two.<\/p>\n
Three.<\/p>\n
Normal breaths.<\/p>\n
Lily caught my hair.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re okay,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
I wasn\u2019t certain which of us I meant.<\/p>\n
The next day investigators discovered a draft email in an old account Natalie had used.<\/p>\n
It had been written the night before Lily\u2019s poisoning.<\/p>\n
Never sent.<\/p>\n
No recipient.<\/p>\n
Just a long private rant.<\/p>\n
Natalie wrote that marriage and motherhood had made me unbearable.<\/p>\n
She accused Daniel of helping me exclude her.<\/p>\n
She described Lily as a weapon I used to humiliate her.<\/p>\n
Every rule became persecution.<\/p>\n
Wash your hands.<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t smoke before holding the baby.<\/p>\n
Support her neck.<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t kiss her face.<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t post photographs without asking.<\/p>\n
Ordinary boundaries became evidence, in Natalie\u2019s mind, that I hated her.<\/p>\n
Then the draft moved into childhood.<\/p>\n
Natalie remembered many of the same events I did.<\/p>\n
But she remembered them differently.<\/p>\n
One Christmas, we received bicycles.<\/p>\n
Mine was blue.<\/p>\n
Hers was red.<\/p>\n
Natalie screamed because she wanted blue.<\/p>\n
Mom made us switch.<\/p>\n
I remembered learning that resistance was not worth the argument.<\/p>\n
Natalie remembered that Mom had originally chosen blue for me.<\/p>\n
To her, that proved I had been the favorite.<\/p>\n
When I won a school writing award at fourteen, Mom attended the lunch.<\/p>\n
Dad went to Natalie\u2019s softball game.<\/p>\n
Mom left my celebration early to catch the final innings.<\/p>\n
I remembered being abandoned halfway through my own achievement.<\/p>\n
Natalie remembered that Mom had chosen me first.<\/p>\n
The same day had wounded both of us in opposite directions.<\/p>\n
The email continued through my graduation.<\/p>\n
My wedding.<\/p>\n
My pregnancy.<\/p>\n
When Mom cried during my father-daughter dance, Natalie saw proof that I mattered more.<\/p>\n
When I announced my pregnancy and Mom hugged me first, Natalie remembered it.<\/p>\n
I barely did.<\/p>\n
Then Lily was born.<\/p>\n
A baby naturally absorbed attention.<\/p>\n
Worse, from Natalie\u2019s perspective, she was my baby.<\/p>\n
Mom showed Lily\u2019s photographs to friends.<\/p>\n
Dad bragged about his granddaughter.<\/p>\n
Family dinners adjusted around feeding and sleep.<\/p>\n
Natalie resented all of it.<\/p>\n
She resented people saying Lily had my eyes.<\/p>\n
She even described the first time she held her.<\/p>\n
I remembered correcting Natalie because she was not supporting Lily\u2019s head properly.<\/p>\n
Natalie remembered that moment as proof I considered her incompetent.<\/p>\n
She had preserved a five-second correction like evidence in a trial nobody else knew existed.<\/p>\n
The last page finally revealed what she wanted.<\/p>\n
She wanted to see me lose control.<\/p>\n
She wanted Mom to discover that I was not the calm, responsible daughter everyone believed.<\/p>\n
She wanted the family to watch me break.<\/p>\n
Then came the lines Elena had warned me about.<\/p>\n
Natalie wrote that Lily would be fine.<\/p>\n
Probably.<\/p>\n
And if I cried, perhaps Mom would finally stop choosing me.<\/p>\n
I read it again.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe thought Mom chose me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked almost offended on my behalf.<\/p>\n
Yet the more I considered it, the more the contradiction made terrible sense.<\/p>\n
Mom spent enormous energy managing Natalie.<\/p>\n
To me, that looked like favoritism.<\/p>\n
To Natalie, perhaps it felt like constant correction.<\/p>\n
Mom trusted me to cope.<\/p>\n
To me, that felt like neglect.<\/p>\n
To Natalie, it may have looked like confidence and love.<\/p>\n
Mom had built a family system in which both daughters believed the other one was chosen.<\/p>\n
That did not create Natalie\u2019s cruelty.<\/p>\n
It did not excuse poison.<\/p>\n
But it explained some of the road.<\/p>\n
Understanding the road was not the same as forgiving where it led.<\/p>\n
Prosecutors eventually offered Natalie a plea agreement requiring her to admit deliberate exposure of a child to a toxic substance and related offenses.<\/p>\n
There would be prison.<\/p>\n
Years.<\/p>\n
Daniel hated the idea of negotiating.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have the bottle. Her messages. Her confession.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elena reminded us that trials always carried risk.<\/p>\n
Natalie might argue she intended only a mild physical reaction.<\/p>\n
Her lawyers could dispute the amount of pesticide, intent, and long-term injury.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wrote \u2018probably,\u2019\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat helps.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut nothing guarantees the outcome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I imagined months of trial.<\/p>\n
Experts.<\/p>\n
Cross-examination.<\/p>\n
Mom testifying.<\/p>\n
Every family message read publicly.<\/p>\n
Then I imagined Natalie standing before a judge and admitting what she had done without using the word prank.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want certainty.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo do I.\u201d<\/p>\n
Two days later, Natalie accepted the plea.<\/p>\n
The hearing took place several weeks afterward.<\/p>\n
I went with Daniel.<\/p>\n
Claire stayed with Lily.<\/p>\n
Natalie looked thinner when she entered the courtroom.<\/p>\n
For one terrible second, I saw only my younger sister.<\/p>\n
The girl who had slept beside me during thunderstorms.<\/p>\n
The child in old photographs.<\/p>\n
Then our eyes met.<\/p>\n
I remembered Lily turning blue.<\/p>\n
Both versions of Natalie existed.<\/p>\n
Only one was relevant to why we were in court.<\/p>\n
The judge asked her to describe her actions.<\/p>\n
Natalie admitted emptying Lily\u2019s powder.<\/p>\n
Replacing it with flour.<\/p>\n
Taking pesticide from our parents\u2019 garage.<\/p>\n
Adding it.<\/p>\n
Reading the warning.<\/p>\n
Knowing it should be kept away from children.<\/p>\n
Returning the bottle to the nursery.<\/p>\n
The judge asked why.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo scare Jenna.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
Natalie swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew she would use it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you expect would happen to the baby?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought she might cough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expected a physical reaction?\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The judge summarized the act plainly.<\/p>\n
She had deliberately introduced a toxic substance into an infant-care product knowing it would be used and knowing it could cause a reaction.<\/p>\n
Natalie said yes.<\/p>\n
Nobody laughed.<\/p>\n
Nobody called me dramatic.<\/p>\n
Nobody said she meant well.<\/p>\n
Nobody said prank.<\/p>\n
The court accepted her guilty plea.<\/p>\n
Mom eventually faced a separate reckless-endangerment case.<\/p>\n
Her responsibility was not treated as equal to Natalie\u2019s.<\/p>\n
She had not poisoned Lily.<\/p>\n
But she had recognized a serious risk and failed to warn me.<\/p>\n
Mom agreed to plead guilty.<\/p>\n
At her hearing, prosecutors asked what she had known.<\/p>\n
Natalie\u2019s anger.<\/p>\n
The powder plan.<\/p>\n
The pesticide photograph.<\/p>\n
The threat the night before.<\/p>\n
The garage.<\/p>\n
The changed plan.<\/p>\n
Mom admitted all of it.<\/p>\n
Then the prosecutor asked whether she had understood that staying silent might expose Lily to danger.<\/p>\n
Mom cried.<\/p>\n
Finally she said, \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had waited months for that one word.<\/p>\n
The prosecutor asked why she remained silent.<\/p>\n
Mom answered that she had been afraid of Natalie.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich daughter?\u201d the prosecutor asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNatalie.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom explained that confronting Natalie could produce days of rage, threats, retaliation, and accusations.<\/p>\n
She had convinced herself that keeping Natalie close was safer than opposing her.<\/p>\n
The prosecutor asked the obvious question.<\/p>\n
\u201cSafer for whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom stopped.<\/p>\n
Then whispered, \u201cFor me.\u201d<\/p>\n
The courtroom became completely quiet.<\/p>\n
Not safer for Lily.<\/p>\n
Not safer for me.<\/p>\n
Not even safer for Natalie.<\/p>\n
Safer for Mom.<\/p>\n
Then she said something I had never expected to hear.<\/p>\n
She had made me pay for that safety.<\/p>\n
I looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Jenna was little,\u201d Mom said, \u201cI called her mature because she was easier.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes filled.<\/p>\n
Mom admitted she gave Natalie what she wanted because telling Natalie no could consume hours or days.<\/p>\n
I would be hurt, but I would recover quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo I kept choosing the easier hurt.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words entered me like a blade.<\/p>\n
The easier hurt.<\/p>\n
Me.<\/p>\n
Mom looked directly at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI kept doing it until the hurt wasn\u2019t easy anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not comfort her.<\/p>\n
But I listened.<\/p>\n
She admitted something else.<\/p>\n
On the morning Lily was poisoned, Mom noticed Natalie behaving strangely.<\/p>\n
She saw pale dust on Natalie\u2019s jeans.<\/p>\n
Just as I had.<\/p>\n
She assumed it was flour.<\/p>\n
She did not ask.<\/p>\n
When I carried Lily upstairs, Mom considered stopping me.<\/p>\n
My breathing stopped.<\/p>\n
The prosecutor asked why she did not.<\/p>\n
Mom said she told herself she was overreacting.<\/p>\n
She did not want another fight.<\/p>\n
So she watched me climb the stairs.<\/p>\n
She could have called my name.<\/p>\n
One word.<\/p>\n
Jenna.<\/p>\n
I would have turned.<\/p>\n
Instead I entered the nursery.<\/p>\n
I opened the bottle.<\/p>\n
Lily inhaled.<\/p>\n
The judge accepted Mom\u2019s plea.<\/p>\n
Outside the courtroom, her attorney asked whether I would receive a letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded and accepted my answer.<\/p>\n
That simple respect felt unfamiliar.<\/p>\n
Dad waited near the elevators.<\/p>\n
He tried to tell me Mom should not blame herself for everything.<\/p>\n
Even then, his instinct was to correct the story.<\/p>\n
\u201cGoodbye, Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was trying to keep this family together.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. You were trying to keep everybody where you had decided they belonged.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face hardened.<\/p>\n
I stepped into the elevator.<\/p>\n
Natalie\u2019s sentencing was scheduled for several weeks later.<\/p>\n
I completed my victim-impact statement.<\/p>\n
I removed every insult.<\/p>\n
Every speculation.<\/p>\n
Every sentence written only to hurt her.<\/p>\n
What remained was worse because it was factual.<\/p>\n
Lily was six months old.<\/p>\n
Natalie deliberately contaminated the powder.<\/p>\n
She knew it would be used.<\/p>\n
She wanted Lily to react physically.<\/p>\n
She did not know how much pesticide would be too much.<\/p>\n
Lily required intensive care.<\/p>\n
Daniel and I believed our daughter might die.<\/p>\n
I no longer trusted easily.<\/p>\n
I checked sealed packages.<\/p>\n
I counted breaths.<\/p>\n
I woke hearing a ventilator that was not there.<\/p>\n
The night before sentencing, I deleted the final paragraph.<\/p>\n
Daniel noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you remove?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wrote that I hoped Natalie became a better person.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy take it out?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause that isn\u2019t my responsibility.\u201d<\/p>\n
I replaced it with one sentence about Lily.<\/p>\n
I wanted whatever sentence the court imposed to give my daughter enough distance to grow up without becoming somebody else\u2019s lesson.<\/p>\n
The next morning, Elena called before we left.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere has been a development.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNatalie gave her attorney another statement last night.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe says there is something she has never admitted.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Elena hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe says the powder bottle wasn\u2019t the first thing she tampered with.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a moment I could hear nothing except Lily babbling from the next room.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else did she touch?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA bottle warmer.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered immediately.<\/p>\n
We had once kept a small travel warmer on the nursery shelf for nighttime feeds.<\/p>\n
I stopped using it because it heated unevenly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Natalie do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe says she put salt into the water reservoir several days before the poisoning.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo make it malfunction.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin went cold.<\/p>\n
She wanted my routines to fail.<\/p>\n
She wanted something I trusted to betray me.<\/p>\n
The powder had not been her first attempt.<\/p>\n
It had been the escalation after the first one produced nothing.<\/p>\n
Investigators recovered the warmer.<\/p>\n
Tests confirmed abnormal salt residue exactly where Natalie described.<\/p>\n
Then her new statement widened further.<\/p>\n
She admitted giving Dad ipecac when she was young.<\/p>\n
She admitted the laxative incident with Erica.<\/p>\n
She admitted tampering with Kyle\u2019s food using residential insecticide.<\/p>\n
She admitted putting cleaning product into Priya\u2019s tumbler.<\/p>\n
Not every allegation against her was true.<\/p>\n
But enough were.<\/p>\n
A pattern that had once existed as scattered family anecdotes now stood together.<\/p>\n
Perceived rejection.<\/p>\n
Humiliation.<\/p>\n
Retaliation.<\/p>\n
Tampering.<\/p>\n
Minimization.<\/p>\n
Forgiveness.<\/p>\n
Repeat.<\/p>\n
Natalie had begun meeting with specialists while in custody. Their reports did not say she had been unable to understand right from wrong.<\/p>\n
They did not remove responsibility.<\/p>\n
They described something simpler and more frightening: she experienced rejection as attack, retaliated impulsively, and minimized the consequences afterward.<\/p>\n
Insight had arrived only after consequences.<\/p>\n
Sentencing was postponed while the court reviewed the new admissions.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile Daniel and I reclaimed Lily\u2019s nursery.<\/p>\n
We moved the crib.<\/p>\n
Repainted the shelf.<\/p>\n
Changed the curtains.<\/p>\n
Claire brought another stuffed giraffe.<\/p>\n
I stood in the store holding it until tears came.<\/p>\n
When Lily saw it, she grabbed its leg and tried to chew it.<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
That night she slept in her own room.<\/p>\n
I stayed beside the crib twenty minutes.<\/p>\n
Then fifteen the next night.<\/p>\n
Then ten.<\/p>\n
Healing did not arrive dramatically.<\/p>\n
Sometimes it was simply leaving the nursery one minute earlier than yesterday.<\/p>\n
When sentencing finally approached again, Elena told me Kyle and Priya planned to attend.<\/p>\n
Natalie\u2019s earlier conduct would be considered.<\/p>\n
So would the warmer.<\/p>\n
So would her admissions.<\/p>\n
I asked whether any of that changed what she had done to Lily.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes it change the sentence?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt may.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked through the window at my daughter.<\/p>\n
Lily was stronger now.<\/p>\n
Her lungs sounded clear at recent appointments.<\/p>\n
She laughed.<\/p>\n
She rolled.<\/p>\n
She reached for everything.<\/p>\n
Her life was moving forward while the adults around her argued about what the past deserved.<\/p>\n
I understood then that sentencing could never restore what Natalie had taken.<\/p>\n
It could not erase the ambulance.<\/p>\n
It could not remove the ventilator from my memory.<\/p>\n
It could not give me back the version of motherhood that existed before I learned someone could weaponize my trust.<\/p>\n
But it could do something.<\/p>\n
It could name what happened.<\/p>\n
It could refuse the family language that had protected Natalie for years.<\/p>\n
And when Elena asked whether I still intended to read my statement myself, I said yes.<\/p>\n
Because for once, I wanted the truth spoken in a room where nobody could rename it afterward.<\/p>\n
I listened to Mom\u2019s voicemail the next morning in Elena\u2019s office. Daniel sat beside me. Elena placed the phone on the table and pressed play. Mom\u2019s voice sounded thinner than … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1142,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1146","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-chapter-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1146","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1146"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1146\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1154,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1146\/revisions\/1154"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1142"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1146"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1146"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1146"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}