Sylvia stepped toward David.<\/p>\n
\u201cHang up.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s voice came through the speaker again, level and unmistakably authoritative.<\/p>\n
\u201cPut Anna on now.\u201d<\/p>\n
David looked down at me.<\/p>\n
I held out my hand.<\/p>\n
For several seconds he seemed to consider refusing.<\/p>\n
Then Mark spoke from the doorway.<\/p>\n
\u201cGive her the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
David turned sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis has nothing to do with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark\u2019s gaze moved to the blood on my dress.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think we passed that point.\u201d<\/p>\n
David handed me the phone.<\/p>\n
My fingers were shaking so badly I almost dropped it.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice changed immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
There were moments in childhood when hearing that voice had meant everything would be handled. I had spent years teaching myself not to need that feeling.<\/p>\n
Now I needed it desperately.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you hurt?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow badly?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you bleeding?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down again.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
His breathing changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow far along are you now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty-eight weeks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAny abdominal pain?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you feel the baby moving?\u201d<\/p>\n
I froze.<\/p>\n
Until then, everything had been happening too quickly for me to notice.<\/p>\n
I placed my palm over my stomach.<\/p>\n
Waited.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
I moved my hand.<\/p>\n
Usually she responded.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t feel her.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father did not waste another second.<\/p>\n
\u201cCall an ambulance immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n
David shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word was loud enough for Dad to hear.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho said that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
Then Dad asked, \u201cDavid?\u201d<\/p>\n
David straightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy daughter is seven months pregnant, injured and bleeding. Why has emergency medical help not been called?\u201d<\/p>\n
David\u2019s face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe fell.\u201d<\/p>\n
I watched him.<\/p>\n
Even now.<\/p>\n
Even with me on the floor.<\/p>\n
Even with his daughter possibly in danger.<\/p>\n
He was building the story.<\/p>\n
Dad asked, \u201cDid she?\u201d<\/p>\n
David looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s next question came without emotion.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did you take her phone away?\u201d<\/p>\n
David froze.<\/p>\n
Mark slowly turned toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
David stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow does he know that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t have the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told him just now.\u201d<\/p>\n
David seemed briefly confused by his own panic.<\/p>\n
Dad continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are an attorney, David. You know what it means to prevent an injured person from obtaining emergency assistance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI prevented nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou took her phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was hysterical.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m listening to her now. She does not sound hysterical.\u201d<\/p>\n
David rubbed his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is a family misunderstanding.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy daughter is bleeding.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe slipped.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSylvia pushed me,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Sylvia erupted.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is a lie!\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad heard her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid\u2019s mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened, Anna?\u201d<\/p>\n
I swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe grabbed me. I pulled away. She pushed my shoulder and I fell.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI barely touched her,\u201d Sylvia shouted.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s voice remained calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d Sylvia demanded.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor clarifying that you did, in fact, touch her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sylvia\u2019s face drained.<\/p>\n
David grabbed the phone from my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGive the phone back to Anna.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something in Dad\u2019s tone made even Mark look toward the speaker.<\/p>\n
\u201cGive me your address.\u201d<\/p>\n
David laughed nervously.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cVery well.\u201d<\/p>\n
David\u2019s smile returned.<\/p>\n
\u201cFinally.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll obtain it without you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The smile disappeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t understand who you\u2019re talking to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad answered almost gently.<\/p>\n
\u201cI believe the misunderstanding is yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
David looked at me.<\/p>\n
His eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho exactly is your father?\u201d<\/p>\n
I was suddenly tired beyond description.<\/p>\n
Tired of protecting Dad\u2019s privacy.<\/p>\n
Tired of protecting David\u2019s ego.<\/p>\n
Tired of pretending my marriage was merely difficult instead of frightening.<\/p>\n
I looked at the man I had married.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father is the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody moved.<\/p>\n
David\u2019s mouth opened slightly.<\/p>\n
Sylvia lowered herself against the counter as though her knees had weakened.<\/p>\n
Behind them, Mark stared at the phone.<\/p>\n
From the dining room came the faint clink of someone setting down a glass.<\/p>\n
David finally whispered, \u201cYou\u2019re lying.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said your father was a judge.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me he wanted privacy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe does.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let me think he was retired.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never told you that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew I believed it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face reddened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would you hide something like that from your husband?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
Because suddenly the answer mattered more than ever.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted to know whether you loved me without knowing what my family could offer you.\u201d<\/p>\n
David stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou deceived me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I kept one part of my family private.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou deliberately tested me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe I did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is insane.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs it?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward Sylvia.<\/p>\n
She could barely meet my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve both been asking questions about my father for years.\u201d<\/p>\n
David stopped.<\/p>\n
The reaction was tiny.<\/p>\n
But I saw it.<\/p>\n
So did Mark.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s voice came from the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna, don\u2019t argue.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStay where you are.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m on the floor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know. Do not try to stand.\u201d<\/p>\n
David looked toward the windows.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad ignored him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHelp is coming.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI made a call while you were explaining to me how little influence I apparently have.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark covered his mouth, but I could not tell whether he was hiding shock or something close to disbelief.<\/p>\n
David began pacing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou cannot use your position to interfere in a private matter.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s response was immediate.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am not acting as Chief Justice. I am acting as the father of an injured woman who has been denied medical assistance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is abuse of authority.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, David. Calling emergency services is what ordinary citizens do when a pregnant woman is bleeding.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark took out his phone again.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m calling too.\u201d<\/p>\n
David turned on him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou work for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark looked at him for a long moment.<\/p>\n
Then he shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot after tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m done.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re resigning over a domestic argument?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m resigning because I just watched you refuse medical help to your pregnant wife.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sylvia rushed toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have no right to involve yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark stepped away.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have every right to call an ambulance.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pressed the screen.<\/p>\n
David looked from Mark to me to the phone in his hand.<\/p>\n
His control was evaporating.<\/p>\n
And without it, something else showed.<\/p>\n
Fear.<\/p>\n
Real fear.<\/p>\n
Not of my father.<\/p>\n
Not entirely.<\/p>\n
It was the fear of a man who knew that witnesses had begun seeing behind the curtain.<\/p>\n
Sirens sounded in the distance.<\/p>\n
My body sagged with relief.<\/p>\n
David heard them too.<\/p>\n
He crouched beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned my face away.<\/p>\n
\u201cListen to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to handle this carefully.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is nothing left to handle.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t understand what this could do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
That hesitation answered me.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo you,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna, my career\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed weakly.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t what I meant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s exactly what you meant.\u201d<\/p>\n
The front door opened.<\/p>\n
Voices filled the hallway.<\/p>\n
Mark called out, \u201cKitchen!\u201d<\/p>\n
Two paramedics entered carrying equipment.<\/p>\n
One knelt beside me immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty-eight weeks pregnant?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is the pain?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLower abdomen and my side.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBleeding?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAny fetal movement since the fall?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The paramedic\u2019s expression sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re transporting.\u201d<\/p>\n
David stepped forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m her husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
The second paramedic looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen give us room.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m coming.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Everyone looked at me.<\/p>\n
I repeated it.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want him with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
David\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re upset.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am completely certain.\u201d<\/p>\n
The paramedic nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s her decision.\u201d<\/p>\n
They began preparing the stretcher.<\/p>\n
As they worked, I looked around the kitchen.<\/p>\n
Broken glass glittered near the island.<\/p>\n
Food cooled on the counters.<\/p>\n
The turkey Sylvia had considered so important remained in the oven.<\/p>\n
My phone lay on the floor with a crack across the screen.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed something above the kitchen doorway.<\/p>\n
A tiny dark lens.<\/p>\n
A camera.<\/p>\n
I had seen it before, years earlier, but had almost forgotten it existed.<\/p>\n
My mother had arranged the home security system shortly before she died. She had insisted on cameras at the entrances and in a few common areas.<\/p>\n
At the time I had teased her for being overly cautious.<\/p>\n
Now I stared at that lens.<\/p>\n
A strange thought moved through me.<\/p>\n
Had it been recording?<\/p>\n
I had no time to ask.<\/p>\n
The paramedics lifted me.<\/p>\n
As they carried me through the dining room, David\u2019s guests stood around the table in stunned silence.<\/p>\n
No one was eating.<\/p>\n
No one met Sylvia\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n
Mark followed us.<\/p>\n
Outside, snow had begun drifting through the porch light.<\/p>\n
The cold air struck my face.<\/p>\n
I breathed it deeply.<\/p>\n
David came after us barefoot.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna!\u201d<\/p>\n
The paramedics paused only long enough to maneuver the stretcher.<\/p>\n
He stood several yards away.<\/p>\n
His expensive sweater was stained.<\/p>\n
His face looked pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease.\u201d<\/p>\n
I watched him.<\/p>\n
For years, I had mistaken his confidence for strength.<\/p>\n
Now I saw the difference.<\/p>\n
Confidence depended on an audience believing you.<\/p>\n
Strength survived when they stopped.<\/p>\n
I turned away.<\/p>\n
The ambulance doors closed.<\/p>\n
At the hospital, everything moved quickly.<\/p>\n
Questions.<\/p>\n
Monitors.<\/p>\n
Bright lights.<\/p>\n
A nurse cut away part of my dress.<\/p>\n
A doctor pressed gently along my abdomen while another nurse attached sensors.<\/p>\n
I kept asking the same question.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy baby?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re checking.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re checking.\u201d<\/p>\n
The machine produced static.<\/p>\n
My heart seemed to stop.<\/p>\n
Then came a sound.<\/p>\n
Fast.<\/p>\n
Rhythmic.<\/p>\n
A heartbeat.<\/p>\n
I started crying.<\/p>\n
The doctor looked toward the monitor.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere she is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs she okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have cardiac activity. That\u2019s good.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs she okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me with the careful expression doctors use when hope must be balanced against truth.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s alive. Her heartbeat is weaker than we\u2019d like, and we need to monitor both of you closely.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
For that moment, it was enough.<\/p>\n
Hours later the bleeding had slowed.<\/p>\n
The contractions had eased.<\/p>\n
My daughter remained stable.<\/p>\n
I finally slept.<\/p>\n
When I opened my eyes again, pale Christmas daylight filled the hospital room.<\/p>\n
Someone sat beside the bed.<\/p>\n
My father.<\/p>\n
He wore a dark suit instead of judicial robes. His cane rested against the chair. He looked older than I remembered.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stood immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow are you feeling?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBetter.\u201d<\/p>\n
He bent and kissed my forehead.<\/p>\n
His eyes moved toward my stomach.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother would have been terrified.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sat.<\/p>\n
For a while neither of us spoke.<\/p>\n
Then he reached for my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want me to handle this?\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew what he meant.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot because of your office.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI would never do that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am your father before I am anything else.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sentence broke through whatever composure I had left.<\/p>\n
I cried.<\/p>\n
Dad held my hand without telling me to stop.<\/p>\n
When I finally calmed, he said, \u201cYou don\u2019t have to protect David anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t protecting him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Anna. You were.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the window.<\/p>\n
Snow had gathered along the sill.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve been protecting everyone for years,\u201d he continued. \u201cIncluding me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I could not argue.<\/p>\n
Dad reached into his briefcase and placed a folder beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThings I started collecting because I knew something was wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long have you known?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know what David was doing. But I knew you were frightened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause every time I asked whether you were happy, you answered too quickly.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
He opened the folder.<\/p>\n
There were financial records.<\/p>\n
Copies of documents.<\/p>\n
Messages.<\/p>\n
Photographs.<\/p>\n
Then Dad placed a printed email in front of me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid contacted his law firm before midnight.\u201d<\/p>\n
I read the heading.<\/p>\n
It was a request for an urgent legal strategy concerning what he described as a domestic accident.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s already defending himself?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s doing more than that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad handed me another page.<\/p>\n
David was claiming I had become emotionally unstable, slipped while carrying food and injured myself through my own carelessness.<\/p>\n
I read it twice.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s saying I fell?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSylvia pushed me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe took my phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wouldn\u2019t call an ambulance.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd he made a serious mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He slid a photograph across the blanket.<\/p>\n
The kitchen.<\/p>\n
I stared at the image.<\/p>\n
Then at the upper corner above the doorway.<\/p>\n
The camera.<\/p>\n
My breathing changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom\u2019s security system?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes that camera still work?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes it record sound?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
He rested his hand over mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have the entire incident.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sylvia grabbing me.<\/p>\n
The fall.<\/p>\n
David refusing help.<\/p>\n
My requests for an ambulance.<\/p>\n
My phone being taken.<\/p>\n
His accusations.<\/p>\n
His lies.<\/p>\n
Everything.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you going to do?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad closed the folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause this is not about destroying David.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward my stomach.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is about making sure you and your daughter are safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed another folder in his briefcase.<\/p>\n
Thicker.<\/p>\n
Its tab carried David\u2019s full name.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad followed my gaze.<\/p>\n
For the first time since arriving, he hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething we need to discuss after you\u2019ve rested.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad.\u201d<\/p>\n
He studied me.<\/p>\n
Then he removed the folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid has been lying to you about more than what happened last night.\u201d<\/p>\n
My fingers tightened around the blanket.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad placed the folder on my bed but kept one hand over it.<\/p>\n
\u201cHis career. His finances. Possibly your house.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut the house belongs to David.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n
Not surprise.<\/p>\n
Sadness.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cIt doesn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Outside, snow continued falling over Christmas morning.<\/p>\n
Inside that hospital room, I realized the violence in my kitchen might not have been the beginning of the story at all.<\/p>\n
It might have been the moment a much older plan finally went wrong.<\/p>\n
Sylvia stepped toward David. \u201cHang up.\u201d He did not. My father\u2019s voice came through the speaker again, level and unmistakably authoritative. \u201cPut Anna on now.\u201d David looked down at me. … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1615,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1619","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\/1619","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=1619"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1619\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1631,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1619\/revisions\/1631"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1615"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1619"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1619"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1619"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}