Lawrence did not call the police from Grandma\u2019s den.<\/p>\n
He stepped into the kitchen instead, speaking quietly enough that I could hear only fragments through the doorway: archived records, possible evidence, suspicious death, preserve everything. His tone remained calm, but the calm no longer reassured me. It sounded like the voice of a man who had finally reached the point he had feared for years.<\/p>\n
Dad stood at the far end of the room with both hands braced against the back of Grandma\u2019s armchair.<\/p>\n
Mom had stopped crying.<\/p>\n
Olivia sat on the sofa, staring at the cassette player as if Rebecca\u2019s voice might suddenly return and explain the rest.<\/p>\n
I kept looking at Dad.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho was Charles Avery?\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said he was Thomas\u2019s brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of man was he?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad rubbed his thumb over one knuckle. \u201cAmbitious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t tell me anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe ran the Avery family business after Thomas left.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat business?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCommercial property. Warehouses. Industrial lots. A few construction partnerships.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered the financial records in Grandma\u2019s blue folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you had business with him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked toward the kitchen.<\/p>\n
\u201cSome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMeaning?\u201d<\/p>\n
He exhaled through his nose. \u201cI handled accounting work for one of the companies contracted by Avery Holdings.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Charles know you were stealing?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s eyes met mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia whispered, \u201cJesus.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not move.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he report you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause some of the money I moved benefited him too.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer settled over the room like dust.<\/p>\n
Mom stared at Dad.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me it was only company money.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at her sharply. \u201cEllen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Don\u2019t Ellen me now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia turned toward Mom.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew about this too?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew Daniel had taken money. I did not know Charles Avery was involved.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad gave a bitter laugh. \u201cYou knew enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I spent half my life believing your version because you kept telling me Rebecca was unstable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was under pressure.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom you.\u201d<\/p>\n
He said nothing.<\/p>\n
I reached for the flash drive Lawrence had placed on the coffee table.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s head snapped toward it.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t plug that into Ruth\u2019s computer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you don\u2019t know what\u2019s on it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat argument stopped working about an hour ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lawrence came back into the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cI agree with Daniel on one point.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked almost relieved.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe should not use Ruth\u2019s computer,\u201d Lawrence continued. \u201cIf the drive contains original files, metadata could matter. I have a forensic laptop in my office.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s relief disappeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou just happen to have one?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI handle estates involving business disputes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lawrence picked up the drive and placed it in a small evidence envelope.<\/p>\n
\u201cAn investigator named Miriam Cole is on her way. Former state investigator. She now works independently with attorneys. Ruth met her twice before she died.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandma hired an investigator?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never told me that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lawrence gave him a cold look. \u201cRuth did not hire her for your convenience.\u201d<\/p>\n
Miriam arrived forty minutes later.<\/p>\n
She was in her late fifties, with close-cropped gray hair, a dark wool coat, and the practical manner of someone who disliked wasting words. She shook my hand first, then Lawrence\u2019s.<\/p>\n
When Dad introduced himself, she simply said, \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not like that.<\/p>\n
We moved to the dining room because Grandma\u2019s den suddenly felt too small.<\/p>\n
Miriam photographed the cassette, flash drive, metal box, and Grandma\u2019s note before touching anything.<\/p>\n
Then she looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour grandmother contacted me in May.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFive months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she ask you to investigate?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca Hale\u2019s death.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad walked to the window.<\/p>\n
Miriam watched him but continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cRuth had no expectation that I could reopen a twenty-seven-year-old investigation on my own. She wanted documents located, names verified, old corporate records checked, and certain people identified.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCharles Avery?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho were the others?\u201d<\/p>\n
Miriam opened a narrow folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel Bennett.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad turned around.<\/p>\n
Mom flinched.<\/p>\n
\u201cEllen Bennett.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Olivia Bennett Walsh.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia stood so abruptly her knee struck the underside of the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Miriam.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy Olivia?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s insane,\u201d Olivia said. \u201cI was born after Rebecca died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what could Grandma possibly have been investigating about me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Miriam\u2019s gaze did not shift.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour financial connection to your father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia\u2019s face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat financial connection?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad spoke before she could.<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Miriam turned to him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat word seems to be doing a lot of work today.\u201d<\/p>\n
He glared at her.<\/p>\n
I looked at Olivia.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat financial connection?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere isn\u2019t one.\u201d<\/p>\n
Miriam pulled several sheets from her folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cThese are transfers from an account controlled by Daniel into a business account belonging to Walsh Renovations.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia went pale.<\/p>\n
Her husband, Eric, owned Walsh Renovations.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Miriam looked at the page.<\/p>\n
\u201cOver four years, just under three hundred and eighty thousand dollars.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom sat down.<\/p>\n
I stared at Olivia.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me Eric\u2019s business was barely surviving.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen where did the money go?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know anything about this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad said, \u201cThose were loans.\u201d<\/p>\n
Miriam looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cLoans documented where?\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not answer.<\/p>\n
Olivia turned on him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou gave Eric almost four hundred thousand dollars?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot exactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome of it moved through him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThrough him to where?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
Miriam slid another page onto the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo a holding company called North Lake Capital.\u201d<\/p>\n
The name meant nothing to me.<\/p>\n
It clearly meant something to Dad.<\/p>\n
His whole posture changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did you get that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPublic filings,\u201d Miriam said. \u201cAnd several documents Ruth retained.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom whispered, \u201cDaniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not look at her.<\/p>\n
I asked, \u201cWho owns North Lake Capital?\u201d<\/p>\n
Miriam tapped the page.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is one of the more interesting questions.\u201d<\/p>\n
She showed me a corporate registration with an agent\u2019s name and an address in St. Paul.<\/p>\n
The listed manager was Eric Walsh.<\/p>\n
Olivia\u2019s husband.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Olivia said. \u201cEric doesn\u2019t own an investment company.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is the registered manager.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe never told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you sign your joint tax returns?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you read them?\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia\u2019s silence answered.<\/p>\n
Dad left the window and came back toward the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis has nothing to do with Rebecca.\u201d<\/p>\n
Miriam\u2019s eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s exactly what Ruth wanted to know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lawrence looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour grandmother discovered North Lake Capital while reviewing older property records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat property?\u201d<\/p>\n
Miriam opened another file.<\/p>\n
\u201cIn 2000, less than six months after Rebecca died, a warehouse parcel outside Stillwater was transferred from an Avery-controlled entity to a shell company. The shell company later became part of North Lake\u2019s holdings.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Eric would have been a teenager.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCorrect.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo his name was added later.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho controlled it originally?\u201d<\/p>\n
Miriam looked toward Dad.<\/p>\n
\u201cCharles Avery.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt the connection snap into place.<\/p>\n
Charles.<\/p>\n
Dad.<\/p>\n
Avery property.<\/p>\n
Eric.<\/p>\n
Olivia.<\/p>\n
Grandma had not been chasing unrelated financial oddities.<\/p>\n
She had been following the same money across decades.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was special about the warehouse?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad spoke without looking at anyone.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was collateral.\u201d<\/p>\n
Miriam turned slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cA settlement.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat settlement?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s voice came out flat.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one Charles made after Rebecca died.\u201d<\/p>\n
No one moved.<\/p>\n
I heard the refrigerator motor turn on in the kitchen.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat settlement?\u201d I repeated.<\/p>\n
Dad pulled out a chair and sat.<\/p>\n
\u201cCharles was worried.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat Rebecca had left evidence.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvidence against him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted everything contained.\u201d<\/p>\n
Miriam said, \u201cContained how?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe paid people.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA clerk. Someone connected to the company. Maybe someone at the repair shop.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe repair shop that examined Rebecca\u2019s car?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad did not answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom whispered something that sounded like no.<\/p>\n
I leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Charles pay someone to hide evidence that Rebecca\u2019s brakes had been tampered with?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know exactly what was hidden.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew enough to stay quiet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was scared.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo was Rebecca.\u201d<\/p>\n
That struck him harder than shouting would have.<\/p>\n
He looked away.<\/p>\n
Miriam spoke carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Charles ever admit causing the crash?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he imply it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cOnce.\u201d<\/p>\n
My fingers curled around the edge of the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said Rebecca had forced a situation that couldn\u2019t be undone.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt my heartbeat in my throat.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not an admission.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you thought he meant the crash.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you said nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad stared at the polished wood.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia began crying.<\/p>\n
Not loudly.<\/p>\n
Just tears sliding down her face while she looked at him as though he had become someone else.<\/p>\n
I understood the feeling.<\/p>\n
Miriam continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you receive in exchange for staying quiet?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t receive money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you receive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy problem went away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat problem?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe missing funds.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe covered them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThrough the warehouse?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn part.\u201d<\/p>\n
Miriam wrote something down.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Charles Avery covered financial crimes you committed, and afterward you did not report your suspicions about Rebecca\u2019s death.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
No one spoke for several seconds.<\/p>\n
Then I asked the question I had been avoiding.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did you keep me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked at me.<\/p>\n
The room seemed to shrink again.<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca was dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat does not answer the question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were a baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told Ellen that Rebecca abandoned me.\u201d<\/p>\n
He rubbed both hands over his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know what else to do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandma existed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought Ruth would take you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWould that have been so terrible?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor me, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer was so selfish and so unguarded that it almost shocked me more than the lies.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou used me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou used me to look like the grieving husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not true.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen tell me what is.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s eyes filled, but I did not soften.<\/p>\n
\u201cI loved you,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cI did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat can be true and still not be the whole truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was terrified that if Ruth took custody, she would keep investigating Rebecca. If I raised you, I thought the past would settle.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Not just love.<\/p>\n
Control.<\/p>\n
He had kept me partly because keeping me made it easier to keep Rebecca buried.<\/p>\n
Mom stood and walked out of the dining room.<\/p>\n
Olivia followed her.<\/p>\n
For once, I did not go after either of them.<\/p>\n
Miriam asked Lawrence for the flash drive.<\/p>\n
He handed it over.<\/p>\n
She used a small write-blocking adapter and connected it to her laptop.<\/p>\n
The first directory contained scanned financial records.<\/p>\n
The second contained photographs.<\/p>\n
The third was labeled AVERY.<\/p>\n
Inside were subfolders.<\/p>\n
CHARLES.<\/p>\n
THOMAS.<\/p>\n
NORTH LAKE.<\/p>\n
REBECCA.<\/p>\n
And one that made my skin go cold.<\/p>\n
ELLEN.<\/p>\n
Mom returned just as Miriam clicked it.<\/p>\n
There were only three files.<\/p>\n
The first was a scanned bank statement from 2001.<\/p>\n
The second was a handwritten note from Grandma.<\/p>\n
The third was a photograph.<\/p>\n
Miriam opened the photograph.<\/p>\n
Mom sat down hard.<\/p>\n
It showed her standing outside an office building beside Charles Avery.<\/p>\n
The date stamp read March 17, 2001.<\/p>\n
Months before Olivia was born.<\/p>\n
Mom covered her mouth.<\/p>\n
Dad looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me you never met him.\u201d<\/p>\n
She did not answer.<\/p>\n
I felt another foundation crack beneath us.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes stayed on the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat were you doing with Charles Avery?\u201d<\/p>\n
She whispered, \u201cTrying to protect you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad laughed once, without humor.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell her the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom turned on him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t get to demand truth from anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Miriam opened the bank statement.<\/p>\n
There was a deposit into an account in Mom\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
Two hundred thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
Source: an Avery-controlled company.<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did Charles Avery pay you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom began shaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said if I took you and Daniel and disappeared from Minnesota for a while, he would make sure nobody asked questions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou accepted money from the man Dad suspected in Rebecca\u2019s death?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know that then.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad said, \u201cYou knew enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at him with open hatred.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew you were terrified of him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo all of you took something.\u201d<\/p>\n
No one answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad got his theft covered. Mom got money. Charles got silence.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Olivia.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd somehow, twenty-seven years later, Charles Avery\u2019s old property and money are moving through Eric.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia wiped her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cI swear to you, I didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time, I believed her.<\/p>\n
Miriam closed the laptop.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to find Eric.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia took out her phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll call him.\u201d<\/p>\n
She dialed.<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
Then she checked his location-sharing app.<\/p>\n
Her expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned the phone toward us.<\/p>\n
Eric\u2019s last recorded location was not their house.<\/p>\n
It was an industrial address outside Stillwater.<\/p>\n
Miriam leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cRead the street.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia did.<\/p>\n
Miriam\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s the warehouse.\u201d<\/p>\n
The warehouse Charles Avery had transferred after Rebecca died.<\/p>\n
The warehouse now controlled by Eric Walsh.<\/p>\n
Olivia stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
The location timestamp was twenty-three minutes old.<\/p>\n
Miriam was already standing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe are not going there alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward Grandma\u2019s hidden metal box.<\/p>\n
Money had traveled from Rebecca\u2019s death into Dad\u2019s silence, from Dad into Eric, and from Eric back to property once controlled by Charles Avery.<\/p>\n
Whatever Grandma had uncovered, someone had been keeping it alive for decades.<\/p>\n
And now Eric was standing at the center of it.<\/p>\n
Lawrence did not call the police from Grandma\u2019s den. He stepped into the kitchen instead, speaking quietly enough that I could hear only fragments through the doorway: archived records, possible … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1738,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1743","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\/1743","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=1743"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1743\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1755,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1743\/revisions\/1755"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1738"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1743"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1743"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1743"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}