Detective Reyes did not like my plan.<\/p>\n
That was the first thing he told me.<\/p>\n
The second was that he disliked Arthur\u2019s plan even more.<\/p>\n
We moved from Dad\u2019s garage to a secure interview room at police headquarters because nobody trusted the garage anymore. The microfilm remained in evidence. Dad\u2019s cassette, the ledger, photographs, and every document from the wall were logged separately.<\/p>\n
Miguel paced beside the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy niece is tied up in a car somewhere, and we\u2019re discussing strategy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSofia needs us thinking,\u201d Reyes said. \u201cNot charging through doors.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe may be my niece.\u201d<\/p>\n
Miguel looked at Isabel.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd she may be your sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
Isabel lowered her eyes.<\/p>\n
The possibility had become harder to process now that Sofia was more than a name.<\/p>\n
I pulled up photographs on my phone.<\/p>\n
Sofia at my birthday.<\/p>\n
Sofia helping Mom carry groceries.<\/p>\n
Sofia sitting at Mom\u2019s kitchen table during Christmas.<\/p>\n
Mom had known her.<\/p>\n
That realization hurt.<\/p>\n
Had Mom recognized something?<\/p>\n
I remembered one afternoon two years earlier when Sofia came over while Mom was visiting me. Sofia had left early, and Mom stood at the window watching her walk to her car.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe has a familiar face,\u201d Mom said.<\/p>\n
I had laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve met her twenty times.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom had not laughed.<\/p>\n
Now I understood why.<\/p>\n
Maybe she had seen herself.<\/p>\n
Maybe she had seen Isabella.<\/p>\n
Maybe she had been too frightened to believe what her own eyes suggested.<\/p>\n
Reyes placed a phone on the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need Arthur to contact Elena again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if he doesn\u2019t?\u201d Isabel asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe will.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow can you be sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he thinks I have what he needs.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur had demanded the microfilm.<\/p>\n
He did not know the police had already copied its contents.<\/p>\n
The forensic technician had scanned every frame.<\/p>\n
What Dad hid behind the wall was far worse than the handwritten ledger.<\/p>\n
There were bank transfers.<\/p>\n
Signed internal memoranda.<\/p>\n
Hospital payment records.<\/p>\n
Correspondence involving judges and security contractors.<\/p>\n
And one series of transactions from a company called Meridian Civic Holdings.<\/p>\n
Miguel recognized the name.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s an Aranda shell.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes corrected him.<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Miguel gave him an irritated look.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt has no employees, no office, and receives millions from Aranda subsidiaries.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich makes it suspicious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt makes it a shell.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes ignored him.<\/p>\n
The most important transfer was dated three days after Isabella and her twin were born.<\/p>\n
$75,000 to Evelyn Shaw.<\/p>\n
Private nursing services.<\/p>\n
A second payment went to an adoption attorney.<\/p>\n
A third disappeared into an account that eventually funded a small house outside San Antonio.<\/p>\n
Miguel had already requested property records.<\/p>\n
I kept thinking about Sofia.<\/p>\n
Her adoptive mother, Rosa Ortega, had died six years ago.<\/p>\n
Sofia rarely spoke about the circumstances of her adoption.<\/p>\n
She believed Rosa took her from foster care when she was three.<\/p>\n
Miguel confirmed that.<\/p>\n
But the paperwork before age three was sealed.<\/p>\n
Arthur knew what those records contained.<\/p>\n
My phone rang at 3:17 p.m.<\/p>\n
Unknown number.<\/p>\n
The time felt like another message.<\/p>\n
March 17.<\/p>\n
317.<\/p>\n
The number Mom had spent decades circling.<\/p>\n
Reyes activated the recorder.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
Then his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou learn quickly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is Sofia?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSafe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSend me proof.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI already did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCurrent proof.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are not directing this conversation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am if you want the microfilm.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Miguel stopped pacing.<\/p>\n
Reyes nodded for me to continue.<\/p>\n
I said, \u201cYou have thirty seconds.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur gave a quiet laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sound like Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople keep telling me that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel\u2019s confidence killed him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Miguel\u2019s eyes hardened.<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Not a confession.<\/p>\n
But close enough to matter.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you kill him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI warned him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t what I asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBring the microfilm.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLet Sofia go.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen I verify what you bring.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do I know she\u2019s alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
A rustling sound followed.<\/p>\n
Then breathing.<\/p>\n
A muffled cry.<\/p>\n
And Sofia\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cElena?\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand tightened around the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cSofia.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
A man spoke away from the receiver.<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sofia shouted quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t give him\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
The line shifted.<\/p>\n
Arthur returned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou heard her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInstructions will come.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to speak to her again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen no microfilm.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s tone changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are making the mistake your father made.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich was?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBelieving evidence protects people.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Miguel.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe believed people would eventually stop being afraid of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur said nothing.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think Isabel standing beside you changes anything?\u201d<\/p>\n
Isabel\u2019s head lifted.<\/p>\n
Arthur knew she was here.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know where I am?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause your family has never understood the difference between being cautious and being invisible.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes immediately began writing instructions to officers.<\/p>\n
Arthur continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cMidnight. The old Saint Catherine maternity hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n
Miguel frowned.<\/p>\n
The hospital had closed decades ago.<\/p>\n
It was the hospital where Mom had given birth.<\/p>\n
Of course Arthur chose it.<\/p>\n
He liked symbolism when it hurt someone.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome alone,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWith the microfilm.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf I see police, Sofia disappears.\u201d<\/p>\n
The call ended.<\/p>\n
Reyes immediately started issuing orders.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo marked units within six blocks. We establish surveillance farther out.\u201d<\/p>\n
Miguel shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou heard him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019ll be watching.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo will we.\u201d<\/p>\n
Isabel walked to the map on the wall.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know Saint Catherine.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur Foundation owned it before selling the property.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYears ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes Arthur still control access?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Miguel searched his laptop.<\/p>\n
The hospital complex had closed after storm damage and asbestos findings. Most buildings were scheduled for redevelopment.<\/p>\n
The owner was a company called Bellweather Urban Partners.<\/p>\n
Miguel looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cGuess who owns Bellweather through two subsidiaries.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cClose enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes pointed at the map.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat gives him time to prepare.\u201d<\/p>\n
A technician entered carrying preliminary restored audio from Dad\u2019s tape.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe recovered part of the damaged name.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone turned.<\/p>\n
He placed headphones on the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe distortion is severe. We cannot certify the entire word yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat can you hear?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
He played the section.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s voice emerged beneath static.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe source is\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
A burst of noise.<\/p>\n
Then something clearer.<\/p>\n
\u201c\u2026ward.\u201d<\/p>\n
Miguel frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cEdward?\u201d<\/p>\n
Isabel looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cEduardo?\u201d<\/p>\n
The technician shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould be. Could also be part of another name.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad had said someone Arthur controlled since before I was born.<\/p>\n
Eduardo did not fit.<\/p>\n
Arthur did not control his father that far back.<\/p>\n
At least not obviously.<\/p>\n
Reyes said, \u201cDon\u2019t build theories from damaged audio.\u201d<\/p>\n
He was right.<\/p>\n
We had enough facts without inventing more.<\/p>\n
At seven that evening, the microfilm copies were prepared.<\/p>\n
One set went into a metal canister identical to Dad\u2019s.<\/p>\n
The original remained locked in evidence.<\/p>\n
A tracking device went beneath the canister lining.<\/p>\n
I wore a small transmitter inside my shirt.<\/p>\n
Reyes made me repeat the emergency signal three times.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you say \u2018My mother deserved better,\u2019 we move immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if I say that naturally?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Despite everything, Miguel almost smiled.<\/p>\n
Isabel stood near the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m going.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Reyes and I said together.<\/p>\n
She folded her arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe took Sofia because of my family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe took her because of Arthur,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe may listen to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cElena.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe spent your entire life lying to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd that may be exactly why he wants me alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
She was right.<\/p>\n
Arthur had threatened me.<\/p>\n
Kidnapped Sofia.<\/p>\n
Burned Harold\u2019s office.<\/p>\n
But he had not harmed Isabel directly.<\/p>\n
Not yet.<\/p>\n
He still wanted something from her.<\/p>\n
The Aranda succession.<\/p>\n
The public legitimacy she represented.<\/p>\n
Reyes compromised.<\/p>\n
\u201cIsabel stays with the secondary team unless we need her.\u201d<\/p>\n
At eleven thirty, I entered the abandoned hospital.<\/p>\n
Saint Catherine had once been beautiful.<\/p>\n
Now plywood covered most windows.<\/p>\n
Rainwater stained the stone.<\/p>\n
The maternity wing smelled of mold and plaster dust.<\/p>\n
My flashlight moved across faded room numbers.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s microfilm canister felt heavy inside my bag.<\/p>\n
At the end of the corridor, a battery lantern illuminated an old nurses\u2019 station.<\/p>\n
Arthur stood beside it.<\/p>\n
Alone.<\/p>\n
At least visibly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou came.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is Sofia?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is the film?\u201d<\/p>\n
I placed the canister on the counter.<\/p>\n
He reached for it.<\/p>\n
I covered it with my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cSofia first.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur studied me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou believe you have leverage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have copies.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was not a question.<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
His expression confirmed he expected that.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel did too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMost were destroyed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMost.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n
He had heard the emphasis.<\/p>\n
I looked around.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is where Mom gave birth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd where you stole her daughters.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI saved them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMariana.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe loved them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLove is not competence.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like Eduardo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something flashed in his eyes.<\/p>\n
Hatred.<\/p>\n
Not loyalty.<\/p>\n
Interesting.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou spent your whole life obeying him,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know nothing about my father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know he admitted what he did in front of cameras.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s mouth tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was senility.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe seemed very clear.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think Eduardo suddenly discovered morality?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think he discovered you were willing to let him carry every crime you committed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur stared at me.<\/p>\n
For the first time, I knew I had reached something real.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s tape said Arthur had operated separately.<\/p>\n
Hidden money.<\/p>\n
Hidden crimes.<\/p>\n
Maybe even Dad\u2019s murder.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou killed my father without Eduardo\u2019s approval.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat scares you more than the kidnapping.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes became flat.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou came for Sofia.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen stop pretending you came to understand me.\u201d<\/p>\n
A door opened behind him.<\/p>\n
Two men brought Sofia into the corridor.<\/p>\n
Her wrists were tied.<\/p>\n
Her mouth was uncovered.<\/p>\n
A bruise darkened one cheek.<\/p>\n
She saw me.<\/p>\n
\u201cElena, don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur raised one hand.<\/p>\n
One man stopped her.<\/p>\n
My whole body wanted to run forward.<\/p>\n
I stayed still.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet her walk to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe film.\u201d<\/p>\n
I slid the canister halfway across the counter.<\/p>\n
Arthur reached.<\/p>\n
I stopped it.<\/p>\n
\u201cHalfway.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked almost amused.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou negotiate like your mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded to the men.<\/p>\n
They untied Sofia\u2019s wrists.<\/p>\n
She rubbed them.<\/p>\n
\u201cWalk,\u201d Arthur said.<\/p>\n
Sofia moved toward me.<\/p>\n
Ten feet.<\/p>\n
Eight.<\/p>\n
Six.<\/p>\n
Arthur picked up the canister.<\/p>\n
He opened it.<\/p>\n
The tracking device remained hidden beneath the lining.<\/p>\n
He held the microfilm to the lantern.<\/p>\n
Then he smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cCopies.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expected originals?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI expected obedience.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou kidnapped the wrong family for that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sofia reached me.<\/p>\n
I grabbed her hand.<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s men moved.<\/p>\n
I said loudly, \u201cMy mother deserved better.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nothing happened.<\/p>\n
One second.<\/p>\n
Two.<\/p>\n
Three.<\/p>\n
Arthur smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you think the police were listening?\u201d<\/p>\n
My blood went cold.<\/p>\n
He held up a small electronic device.<\/p>\n
\u201cA jammer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sofia whispered, \u201cRun.\u201d<\/p>\n
The lights went out.<\/p>\n
Not because of Arthur.<\/p>\n
Because someone had cut the building\u2019s power.<\/p>\n
A crash echoed from the stairwell.<\/p>\n
Then Isabel\u2019s voice shouted through the darkness.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur!\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned.<\/p>\n
Emergency lights flashed red.<\/p>\n
Isabel stood at the end of the corridor with Miguel.<\/p>\n
Behind them came Detective Reyes and officers.<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s jammer had blocked my transmitter.<\/p>\n
It had not blocked the tracking device once his men moved the canister near a broken window.<\/p>\n
Arthur backed toward a doorway.<\/p>\n
\u201cStay where you are!\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes\u2019s command filled the hall.<\/p>\n
One of Arthur\u2019s men dropped to the floor.<\/p>\n
The other ran.<\/p>\n
Officers chased him.<\/p>\n
I pulled Sofia behind the nurses\u2019 station.<\/p>\n
Arthur disappeared through the doorway.<\/p>\n
Isabel followed.<\/p>\n
\u201cIsabel!\u201d<\/p>\n
I ran after her.<\/p>\n
The door opened into an old maternity ward.<\/p>\n
Rows of empty rooms stretched ahead.<\/p>\n
Arthur stood near the final room.<\/p>\n
Isabel stopped twenty feet away.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou brought me here when I was a child.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
She remembered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember this hallway,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cIsabel, move away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember a woman screaming.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur glanced toward the exit.<\/p>\n
Reyes appeared behind us.<\/p>\n
No escape.<\/p>\n
Isabel took another step.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas it Mariana?\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas she screaming for me?\u201d<\/p>\n
His silence answered.<\/p>\n
Isabel\u2019s voice broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let me grow up believing she abandoned me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur whispered, \u201cShe would have ruined you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tears ran down Isabel\u2019s face.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou ruined every memory I had of her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes ordered Arthur to show his hands.<\/p>\n
Arthur slowly raised them.<\/p>\n
Then Sofia appeared behind me.<\/p>\n
Her eyes moved toward a faded number above one maternity-room door.<\/p>\n
317.<\/p>\n
She stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that room.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone turned.<\/p>\n
Sofia looked terrified.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve dreamed about it my whole life.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
Sofia saw it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur said nothing.<\/p>\n
She walked closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew where I was all these years.\u201d<\/p>\n
His composure finally cracked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were supposed to stay gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sofia\u2019s breath caught.<\/p>\n
Reyes moved between them.<\/p>\n
Arthur was handcuffed.<\/p>\n
As officers led him away, Sofia stared through the open doorway of Room 317.<\/p>\n
Inside, half-hidden beneath peeling paint, someone had scratched two names into the plaster decades ago.<\/p>\n
ISABELLA.<\/p>\n
And beneath it:<\/p>\n
SOFIA.<\/p>\n
Detective Reyes did not like my plan. That was the first thing he told me. The second was that he disliked Arthur\u2019s plan even more. We moved from Dad\u2019s garage … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2871,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2880","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\/2880","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=2880"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2880\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2898,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2880\/revisions\/2898"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2871"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2880"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2880"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2880"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}