I drove home from Miriam\u2019s office and sat in my driveway without getting out of the car.<\/p>\n
The townhouse looked ordinary.<\/p>\n
Leo\u2019s bicycle leaned against the garage wall.<\/p>\n
A package sat near the front door.<\/p>\n
The upstairs curtain was slightly crooked because I had been meaning to fix the rod for months.<\/p>\n
Nothing about the building looked stolen.<\/p>\n
That was what made property fraud so unsettling.<\/p>\n
A stranger did not need to break a window.<\/p>\n
Nobody needed to carry away furniture.<\/p>\n
Someone had filed a document in an office I never visited and changed what the public record said about something I had worked fifteen years to own.<\/p>\n
Twenty-five percent.<\/p>\n
Marcus had manufactured ownership from paper.<\/p>\n
I called Leo\u2019s after-school program and told them Dad would collect him.<\/p>\n
Then I went inside.<\/p>\n
For the first time since the retirement dinner, I cried.<\/p>\n
Not elegantly.<\/p>\n
Not quietly.<\/p>\n
I sat on the kitchen floor and cried because I was tired of finding new doors behind every door.<\/p>\n
I cried because I had spent years thinking generosity made my family safer.<\/p>\n
I cried because my mother knew my financial information.<\/p>\n
My brother knew my habits.<\/p>\n
They knew when I would say yes.<\/p>\n
They knew what frightened me.<\/p>\n
They knew Dad was the quickest route to my wallet.<\/p>\n
They knew I hated scenes.<\/p>\n
All those ordinary pieces of intimacy had become tools.<\/p>\n
My phone rang.<\/p>\n
Dad.<\/p>\n
I almost ignored it.<\/p>\n
Then I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you home?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have Leo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want us to stay out for a while?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked around the kitchen.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not ask why.<\/p>\n
\u201cTake your time.\u201d<\/p>\n
That small respect made me cry harder after we hung up.<\/p>\n
For years, my family had treated access to me as automatic.<\/p>\n
My time.<\/p>\n
My money.<\/p>\n
My emotional labor.<\/p>\n
Even my answers.<\/p>\n
Dad had finally asked before entering my space.<\/p>\n
Miriam moved quickly on the deed.<\/p>\n
She contacted the title insurer from my original purchase, the county recorder, my mortgage lender, and investigators.<\/p>\n
Because the deed was fraudulent, there were legal mechanisms to challenge it.<\/p>\n
But removing it from the chain of title required process.<\/p>\n
Affidavits.<\/p>\n
Evidence.<\/p>\n
Possibly litigation.<\/p>\n
The private investor, Victor, had relied on the recorded deed when giving Marcus money.<\/p>\n
That complicated matters.<\/p>\n
It did not make Victor the rightful owner of my home, but it meant another innocent or partially innocent party had been pulled into the fraud.<\/p>\n
Detective Alvarez asked me to make a formal statement.<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
When he asked whether I wanted the deed investigated as a criminal forgery, I did not hesitate.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The old Sarah might have asked what that would do to Marcus.<\/p>\n
The new answer was simpler.<\/p>\n
Marcus had already decided what to do to Marcus.<\/p>\n
I was deciding what to do about my home.<\/p>\n
Dad and Leo returned around seven.<\/p>\n
Leo carried a paper bag.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe got noodles.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad lifted another bag.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd enough dumplings to feed a soccer team.\u201d<\/p>\n
Leo corrected him.<\/p>\n
\u201cA small soccer team.\u201d<\/p>\n
We ate at the kitchen table.<\/p>\n
Nobody mentioned fraud until Leo went upstairs.<\/p>\n
Then Dad said, \u201cMiriam called me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe shouldn\u2019t have.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe only told me you were dealing with something involving the house because I asked whether you needed me tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
I relaxed slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t give details?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I told him.<\/p>\n
Dad went completely still.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe forged a deed to your house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty-five percent?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad stood.<\/p>\n
For a second, I thought he might throw something.<\/p>\n
Instead, he walked to the sink and gripped the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m done.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTrying to find the part of this I can excuse.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cI kept thinking Marcus was desperate. Then I thought Helen manipulated him. Then I thought Cynthia taught him. Then I thought debt made him panic.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNone of that matters anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt can explain things without excusing them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sound like Miriam.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve paid enough to learn.\u201d<\/p>\n
He almost smiled.<\/p>\n
Then his expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to give you money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo protect the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe house is mine. I have an attorney and title insurance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have retirement money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is exactly the pattern we are trying to stop.\u201d<\/p>\n
He frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m offering.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I\u2019m saying no.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at me.<\/p>\n
Then slowly nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right.\u201d<\/p>\n
It felt surprisingly important.<\/p>\n
Dad could offer.<\/p>\n
I could refuse.<\/p>\n
Nobody had to turn either choice into rejection.<\/p>\n
The next morning, Rachel called.<\/p>\n
Marcus had been arrested.<\/p>\n
Not for everything.<\/p>\n
The initial charges related to identity theft, forgery, and fraudulent financial documents.<\/p>\n
Cynthia faced additional counts.<\/p>\n
The prosecutor cautioned everyone that charges were allegations and the process would take time.<\/p>\n
Rachel cried anyway.<\/p>\n
Madison refused to go to school.<\/p>\n
The younger children knew only that Dad had \u201cmoney trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel asked whether I could talk to Madison.<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
She sat on my couch that afternoon, twisting a bracelet around her wrist.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom says I shouldn\u2019t read comments online.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood advice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople are saying Dad tried to kill Grandpa.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cPolice have not said that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut the recording.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe recording showed Grandma was worried about the way he talked. It did not prove he tried to hurt Grandpa.\u201d<\/p>\n
Madison looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you don\u2019t think he did?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know everything. I know investigators found ordinary explanations for the railing and the brake line. I know financial crimes are serious enough without inventing another crime.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan somebody be bad and still love you?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question hurt.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan somebody do terrible things and not be terrible all the time?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what am I supposed to think about him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to decide what your father means to you this week.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverybody else already has.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverybody else isn\u2019t you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She cried then.<\/p>\n
I held her.<\/p>\n
When Rachel picked her up, she thanked me.<\/p>\n
I told her she did not need to.<\/p>\n
She looked exhausted.<\/p>\n
\u201cI spent years thinking you judged us because you had more money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarcus used to say you liked being the successful one.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cSuccessful at what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds tiring.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was.\u201d<\/p>\n
We both smiled.<\/p>\n
Then she became serious.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe compared himself to you constantly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Promotions.<\/p>\n
House.<\/p>\n
Savings.<\/p>\n
Vacations.<\/p>\n
Even our children.<\/p>\n
Marcus had turned ordinary sibling differences into a private competition I had not known we were playing.<\/p>\n
My stability made him feel behind.<\/p>\n
Instead of changing his spending, he tried to manufacture the appearance of catching up.<\/p>\n
The retirement dinner made sense in that context.<\/p>\n
Premium wine.<\/p>\n
Expensive steaks.<\/p>\n
A private room.<\/p>\n
A bill he could not pay.<\/p>\n
Appearance first.<\/p>\n
Accounting later.<\/p>\n
The court-appointed forensic accountant issued a preliminary report on Daniel and Birch Street.<\/p>\n
The numbers were complicated, but the conclusion was not.<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s settlement funds had materially contributed to preserving and improving the original Birch Street property decades earlier.<\/p>\n
Grandpa had documented his own misuse.<\/p>\n
When the house was later sold, the proceeds should arguably have included restitution to Daniel\u2019s estate.<\/p>\n
That had never happened.<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s decision to repurchase Birch Street did not magically correct the old legal wrong.<\/p>\n
But her records showed that she intended the property\u2019s economic benefit to support Daniel.<\/p>\n
For seven years, most net rent had done exactly that.<\/p>\n
The emergency guardian proposed a settlement.<\/p>\n
Rather than litigate every transaction across four decades, Turner Heritage would place Birch Street into a special-needs trust for Daniel.<\/p>\n
Mom agreed to relinquish any claim.<\/p>\n
Dad agreed to contribute part of his inheritance from Grandpa.<\/p>\n
Peter\u2019s estate negotiated a smaller contribution based on available assets.<\/p>\n
The court still needed to approve everything.<\/p>\n
Marcus objected at first.<\/p>\n
His attorney eventually withdrew the objection.<\/p>\n
He had no realistic basis to claim the property personally.<\/p>\n
When Daniel was told the house would not be sold, he smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHelen fixed?\u201d<\/p>\n
The emergency guardian did not know how to answer.<\/p>\n
Dad did.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe tried.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cMessy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s one word for it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom visited Daniel under supervision.<\/p>\n
I did not go.<\/p>\n
Dad did.<\/p>\n
Later he told me Daniel hugged her.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you angry about that?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He thought for a moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel doesn\u2019t need to hate Helen because I\u2019m hurt.\u201d<\/p>\n
That might have been the healthiest thing anyone in our family had said.<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s own legal situation remained uncertain.<\/p>\n
She had admitted forging Dad\u2019s signature on the retirement beneficiary form and participating in other deceptive transactions.<\/p>\n
Her cooperation mattered.<\/p>\n
So did the evidence that Marcus and Cynthia had escalated the fraud beyond what she understood.<\/p>\n
But she was not innocent.<\/p>\n
She stopped claiming she was.<\/p>\n
That changed our conversations.<\/p>\n
When she called, she no longer said, \u201cI only did it because\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
She said, \u201cI did it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sometimes that was all.<\/p>\n
I still did not trust her.<\/p>\n
Trust was not a switch controlled by apology.<\/p>\n
The fraudulent deed on my townhouse became the next major fight.<\/p>\n
Cynthia claimed Marcus provided a signed original.<\/p>\n
Marcus claimed Cynthia created it.<\/p>\n
Forensic analysis found the signature had been assembled digitally from multiple samples.<\/p>\n
The notary seal was invalid.<\/p>\n
Metadata linked the document to Cynthia\u2019s office computer.<\/p>\n
Emails linked Marcus to the property description and Victor\u2019s investment package.<\/p>\n
Victor\u2019s attorney withdrew any claim to my townhouse once the evidence became clear and redirected his recovery efforts toward Marcus, Cynthia, and Turner Heritage.<\/p>\n
The county accepted a court order voiding the fraudulent deed.<\/p>\n
Three weeks after I discovered it, the record was corrected.<\/p>\n
I stood in Miriam\u2019s office holding the certified copy.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor the deed issue, mostly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMostly?\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cLawyers rarely give you the word completely.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
It felt unfamiliar.<\/p>\n
Then she handed me another document.<\/p>\n
A preliminary restitution schedule.<\/p>\n
My losses.<\/p>\n
Rachel\u2019s.<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s.<\/p>\n
Restaurant-related costs.<\/p>\n
Fraudulent accounts.<\/p>\n
Fees.<\/p>\n
Interest.<\/p>\n
The numbers were enormous.<\/p>\n
Marcus did not have enough assets to repay them.<\/p>\n
Neither did Cynthia.<\/p>\n
Mom had some equity in Willow Crescent, but Dad\u2019s marital property rights complicated that.<\/p>\n
I looked at the list.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo nobody gets everything back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably not.\u201d<\/p>\n
For years, I had imagined accountability as repayment.<\/p>\n
Money taken.<\/p>\n
Money returned.<\/p>\n
Balance restored.<\/p>\n
Real life was not that clean.<\/p>\n
Some losses could be repaid.<\/p>\n
Some corrected.<\/p>\n
Some insured.<\/p>\n
Some would remain.<\/p>\n
And some had never been financial.<\/p>\n
Dad could not recover thirty-seven years with Daniel.<\/p>\n
Rachel could not erase the shock of discovering her husband had stolen her identity.<\/p>\n
Madison could not unknow what she heard in that car.<\/p>\n
Leo could not unlearn that adults sometimes gave him less because they assumed he would accept it.<\/p>\n
What we could change was what happened next.<\/p>\n
Dad filed for legal separation.<\/p>\n
He did not immediately seek divorce.<\/p>\n
Mom did not fight the separation.<\/p>\n
She moved from Willow Crescent into a small apartment so Dad could return home while their lawyers worked through finances.<\/p>\n
The first night Dad slept there, he called me.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt feels empty.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want me to come over?\u201d<\/p>\n
He paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I need to sit in it.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was another change.<\/p>\n
We were learning that love did not require immediate rescue.<\/p>\n
A month after the restaurant dinner, Dad invited me and Leo to Willow Crescent.<\/p>\n
No large gathering.<\/p>\n
No wine package.<\/p>\n
No relatives.<\/p>\n
He grilled steaks on the back patio.<\/p>\n
Leo inspected his carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs this one mine?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe whole thing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe whole thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Leo grinned.<\/p>\n
Then he cut off a piece and offered it to Dad.<\/p>\n
Dad accepted.<\/p>\n
We ate under the maple tree.<\/p>\n
After dinner, Dad brought out an old cardboard box.<\/p>\n
Inside were photographs of Daniel.<\/p>\n
A boy holding a fishing pole.<\/p>\n
A teenager beside a motorcycle.<\/p>\n
A young man with Dad and Peter.<\/p>\n
Dad placed one photograph in a frame.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m putting this in the living room.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom might not like that if she comes back someday.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not why I\u2019m doing it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He set the frame on the mantel.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t erase people anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
Later, while Leo played in the yard, Dad handed me an envelope.<\/p>\n
I immediately frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf this is money\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Inside was a copy of his new estate plan.<\/p>\n
I tried to hand it back.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad, I don\u2019t need to know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, you do.\u201d<\/p>\n
He had created a transparent plan.<\/p>\n
A portion for Daniel\u2019s supplemental care if Daniel survived him.<\/p>\n
Equal remaining shares for Marcus and me, subject to restitution claims and legal restrictions.<\/p>\n
Direct trusts for grandchildren.<\/p>\n
Independent trustees.<\/p>\n
No informal family accounts.<\/p>\n
No one person controlling everything.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo secrets,\u201d Dad said.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo secrets.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then I noticed Marcus\u2019s share.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t disinherit him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked toward the yard.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s still my son.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I\u2019m not giving him access to anyone else\u2019s money.\u201d<\/p>\n
That distinction mattered.<\/p>\n
Two days later, prosecutors offered Marcus a plea agreement contingent on full financial disclosure, restitution cooperation, and testimony regarding Cynthia.<\/p>\n
His attorney asked for time.<\/p>\n
Marcus asked to speak to Dad before deciding.<\/p>\n
Dad said no.<\/p>\n
Not because he hated him.<\/p>\n
Because the decision belonged to Marcus.<\/p>\n
For once, nobody else would make it easier.<\/p>\n
That night, Marcus called me from the detention facility.<\/p>\n
I almost declined.<\/p>\n
Then I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m taking the deal,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m going to plead guilty to some of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted you to know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
He was quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I keep wanting somebody to tell me what to do.\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned against the kitchen counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd every time somebody does, I use it later to say it wasn\u2019t completely my choice.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was more self-awareness than I expected.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo choose.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am.\u201d<\/p>\n
He breathed out.<\/p>\n
\u201cI did this.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo Mom. No Cynthia. No debt. I did it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not ask me to forgive him.<\/p>\n
That helped.<\/p>\n
Before hanging up, he asked one question.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow\u2019s Leo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s good.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes he hate me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s eight.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus went quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
After the call, Leo came downstairs for water.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas that Uncle Marcus?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs he still in trouble?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Leo filled his cup.<\/p>\n
Then he looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan people stop being in trouble if they say sorry?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes consequences stay even after somebody is sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
He considered that.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat makes sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then he drank his water and went back upstairs.<\/p>\n
Children understood some things faster than adults.<\/p>\n
I drove home from Miriam\u2019s office and sat in my driveway without getting out of the car. The townhouse looked ordinary. Leo\u2019s bicycle leaned against the garage wall. A package … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2008,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2019","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\/2019","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=2019"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2019\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2031,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2019\/revisions\/2031"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2008"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2019"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2019"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2019"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}