Julian\u2019s eyes locked on the folded bank statement in Harrison\u2019s hand, and every other concern seemed to leave his face.<\/p>\n
Not the deputies.<\/p>\n
Not the guests.<\/p>\n
Not the ownership documents.<\/p>\n
Not even my mother standing in the foyer with bandages wrapped around the hands she had used to clean his patio.<\/p>\n
Only the statement.<\/p>\n
Harrison did not unfold it immediately. He looked at me first, reminding me without words of what we had agreed in his office. We had evidence of transfers leaving Mom\u2019s account. We did not yet have proof of who had initiated every transaction or what had happened after the money entered Khloe and Julian\u2019s joint account.<\/p>\n
Julian, however, did not know how much we knew.<\/p>\n
That made his reaction useful.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is that?\u201d Khloe asked.<\/p>\n
She had stopped crying. Her gaze moved between Harrison and her husband.<\/p>\n
Julian answered too quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
My sister turned toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t asking you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The distinction was slight, but I heard it. For the first time since I returned, Khloe was not automatically standing beside her husband. She was standing near him, which was not the same thing.<\/p>\n
Harrison opened the paper.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is one page from Mrs. Brooks\u2019s bank history.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom took a slow breath behind me.<\/p>\n
Julian lifted his chin. \u201cWhy do you have Martha\u2019s private banking information?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it is my account,\u201d Mom said.<\/p>\n
He looked at her.<\/p>\n
She held his gaze.<\/p>\n
It seemed to surprise him that she had answered without checking Khloe\u2019s reaction first.<\/p>\n
Harrison continued. \u201cMrs. Brooks restored access to her account this morning. During that process, we identified recurring transfers she says she did not authorize.\u201d<\/p>\n
One of the guests near the dining room quietly set down his glass.<\/p>\n
Khloe frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat transfers?\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian said, \u201cThis is not the time.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at him. \u201cWhat transfers?\u201d<\/p>\n
I had known my sister since the day she was born. I knew the tiny wrinkle that formed between her eyebrows when she was genuinely confused. I saw it now.<\/p>\n
That did not absolve her of anything.<\/p>\n
But it told me she might not understand all of it.<\/p>\n
Harrison handed the page to Mom rather than to me.<\/p>\n
That mattered.<\/p>\n
She examined the statement, although I knew she had already seen it downtown. Her fingers trembled slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvery month Natalie sent me money,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
Khloe nodded cautiously. \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUsually three thousand dollars.\u201d<\/p>\n
Several guests suddenly became interested in the floor.<\/p>\n
Mom continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd almost every month, most of it left my account the next day.\u201d<\/p>\n
Khloe looked at Julian.<\/p>\n
He folded his arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is absurd. We managed household expenses together.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s voice remained steady. \u201cI did not know you were moving the money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMartha, you absolutely knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou gave me access because you didn\u2019t understand online banking.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI gave you my password so you could help me log in.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not permission to take money.\u201d<\/p>\n
The difference was obvious enough that nobody on the porch needed Harrison to explain it.<\/p>\n
Julian laughed without humor.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine. Let\u2019s do this in front of strangers, apparently. We paid groceries. Utilities. Maintenance. Repairs. Do you think this house runs on air?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cProperty taxes came from my account.\u201d<\/p>\n
He ignored me.<\/p>\n
\u201cInsurance came from my account.\u201d<\/p>\n
Still nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cMajor repairs were billed through the property manager until you canceled that arrangement eleven months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
That got his attention.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know about that?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
He realized what he had admitted.<\/p>\n
Harrison\u2019s head turned slightly.<\/p>\n
I had discovered the cancellation only that afternoon. The property manager had told me someone claiming to act for the household informed them their services were no longer needed. Because I had not been personally contacted, Harrison was already investigating how it had happened.<\/p>\n
Julian tried to recover.<\/p>\n
\u201cMartha told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou may not remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at Khloe for support.<\/p>\n
My sister did not offer it.<\/p>\n
Instead she asked, \u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cKhloe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much of Mom\u2019s money went into our account?\u201d<\/p>\n
He spoke very quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe are not discussing finances with an audience.\u201d<\/p>\n
The older man who had first appeared behind him cleared his throat. \u201cPerhaps we should all leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian turned immediately. \u201cRobert, there\u2019s no need.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere clearly is.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chairs began moving.<\/p>\n
The dinner party dissolved without drama. That somehow made it more humiliating than if everyone had rushed away. Guests collected purses, jackets, and phones. A few murmured goodbyes to Khloe. Nobody spoke to Julian.<\/p>\n
The woman in pearls paused beside Mom.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Martha.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom looked bewildered.<\/p>\n
The woman touched her arm once and left.<\/p>\n
Julian watched every person cross the threshold.<\/p>\n
Whatever tonight had been intended to accomplish for him\u2014investment, reputation, access\u2014it was disappearing down the front walk in evening clothes.<\/p>\n
When the door finally closed behind the last guest, the house became painfully still.<\/p>\n
Julian turned on me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSatisfied?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was deliberate.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou invited them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did not invite you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was the problem yesterday too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Khloe stepped between us.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice shook, but she meant it.<\/p>\n
She faced Harrison.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much money?\u201d<\/p>\n
Harrison looked at Mom.<\/p>\n
The question belonged to her.<\/p>\n
Mom sat slowly on the bench beneath the staircase.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know the exact total yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Khloe\u2019s eyes moved to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou counted it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPart of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough that we\u2019re documenting every transfer before making conclusions.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian scoffed.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, please. Say the number if you\u2019re so certain.\u201d<\/p>\n
I studied him.<\/p>\n
Someone innocent of deliberately taking the money might ask what transfers we meant.<\/p>\n
Someone frightened of being falsely accused might ask to see records.<\/p>\n
Julian wanted to know whether we knew the total.<\/p>\n
I said, \u201cYou tell us.\u201d<\/p>\n
Khloe turned toward him.<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is insane.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen it should be easy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNatalie, you have spent years buying your way out of this family, and now you come home pretending to be a detective.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
I felt the accusation strike the same old bruise.<\/p>\n
I had missed birthdays.<\/p>\n
Thanksgivings.<\/p>\n
Ordinary Tuesdays.<\/p>\n
I had sent flowers, money, plane tickets, appliances.<\/p>\n
There were things I had substituted because distance was easier to manage than guilt.<\/p>\n
But none of that placed Mom\u2019s debit card in Julian\u2019s wallet.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe I did use money when I should have been here,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
He seemed pleased that I had conceded something.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat still doesn\u2019t make the money yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
His smile disappeared.<\/p>\n
Khloe looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is Mom\u2019s debit card?\u201d<\/p>\n
He blinked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHer card. She doesn\u2019t have it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou used to carry it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo buy things for the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you still have it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI just said I don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Khloe\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n
I recognized another family expression then. Our mother\u2019s. The look she wore when she knew someone was lying but had not yet decided how to confront them.<\/p>\n
Julian noticed it too.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t start.\u201d<\/p>\n
Khloe stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means Natalie has been back one day and somehow you\u2019re letting her make me the villain.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is not about Natalie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything with you is about Natalie.\u201d<\/p>\n
Khloe flinched.<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Something older than the house.<\/p>\n
Julian turned toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think you\u2019re the successful one, so everybody else is supposed to stand around grateful.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not answer.<\/p>\n
Khloe did.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe asked you where Mom\u2019s card is.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face reddened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I said I don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
One of the deputies shifted position near the foyer.<\/p>\n
Julian saw him and lowered his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan they leave now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Harrison answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen the immediate property issue is settled.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou begin gathering your belongings.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTonight?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expect us to find somewhere to live at ten o\u2019clock?\u201d<\/p>\n
Harrison\u2019s expression remained neutral.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have resources.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian glanced toward him.<\/p>\n
Another reaction.<\/p>\n
Another clue.<\/p>\n
Khloe noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat resources?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough,\u201d Julian snapped.<\/p>\n
She stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cJulian, what resources?\u201d<\/p>\n
He rubbed both hands over his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is exactly why financial conversations should happen privately.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone looked at her.<\/p>\n
She walked toward the dining table and placed both bandaged hands against the back of a chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cI kept everything private because I was ashamed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice caught once, then steadied.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought if Natalie knew, she would blame herself. I thought if Khloe knew how unhappy I was, she would feel forced to choose between her husband and me. I thought if I waited long enough, things would go back to the way they were when you first came.\u201d<\/p>\n
Khloe began crying again.<\/p>\n
Mom looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut they didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI kept making myself smaller so none of you had to be uncomfortable.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words struck the room with more force than shouting.<\/p>\n
Mom looked at Julian.<\/p>\n
\u201cI gave up my bedroom because you needed space.\u201d<\/p>\n
He said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cI stopped inviting my friends because you said they interrupted your work.\u201d<\/p>\n
Khloe\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me Mom stopped inviting them because they were too loud.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian looked toward her.<\/p>\n
Mom continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI changed when I ate. I stopped watching television in the living room at night. I stopped using the front porch when you had meetings. And yesterday, when Natalie came home, you didn\u2019t even know who she was.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian muttered, \u201cShe never visits.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s eyes sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you knew enough about her money.\u201d<\/p>\n
That silenced him.<\/p>\n
Khloe walked toward the kitchen counter, bracing both palms against it.<\/p>\n
I watched her shoulders rise and fall.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much money is in our account?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
Julian did not answer.<\/p>\n
She turned around.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI handle our finances.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen trust me to handle them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her laugh came out broken.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is suddenly not a reassuring sentence.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at her.<\/p>\n
She reached for her purse on the counter and pulled out her phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChecking.\u201d<\/p>\n
He crossed the room fast.<\/p>\n
Too fast.<\/p>\n
He grabbed for the phone.<\/p>\n
Khloe stepped back.<\/p>\n
The deputy nearest the doorway immediately said, \u201cSir.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian stopped.<\/p>\n
Nobody moved for several seconds.<\/p>\n
Khloe looked at her husband as though seeing him at a distance for the first time.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy don\u2019t you want me to look?\u201d<\/p>\n
His breathing changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause there is context.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou wouldn\u2019t understand the transactions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTry me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKhloe.\u201d<\/p>\n
She unlocked the phone.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
Her face went blank.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He said nothing.<\/p>\n
She tapped again.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy password doesn\u2019t work.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian\u2019s shoulders dropped by perhaps half an inch.<\/p>\n
I saw it.<\/p>\n
So did she.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou changed the banking password.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI updated our security.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA while ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWithout telling me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never manage the account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is my account too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said I handle it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Khloe looked down at her phone again.<\/p>\n
Her thumb trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom\u2019s email was changed.\u201d<\/p>\n
No one answered.<\/p>\n
She lifted her face toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas that you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian rubbed his jaw.<\/p>\n
\u201cMartha kept getting confused by bank notifications.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was not my question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was simplifying things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you change her email address?\u201d<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
Mom whispered, \u201cJulian.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was the moment he lost the room completely.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
Khloe stepped backward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo I could manage household finances without bothering her every five minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s expression emptied.<\/p>\n
I asked, \u201cWhose email address did you use?\u201d<\/p>\n
Harrison gave me a warning glance.<\/p>\n
But this time Julian answered on his own.<\/p>\n
\u201cMine.\u201d<\/p>\n
The admission settled into silence.<\/p>\n
Mom sat again.<\/p>\n
Khloe looked sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou redirected Mom\u2019s bank alerts to yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI managed the account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me she wanted you to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom said, \u201cI didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian turned toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou asked for help.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI asked you to help me log in.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head violently. \u201cThis is semantics.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Harrison said. \u201cIt isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian looked at him.<\/p>\n
Harrison continued in the same measured tone.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom this point forward, I strongly recommend that you stop explaining financial conduct without your own attorney present.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was not an accusation.<\/p>\n
It sounded worse than one.<\/p>\n
Khloe sank into a dining chair.<\/p>\n
For several moments she said nothing.<\/p>\n
Then she looked at Mom.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew we used some of the money.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s eyes filled.<\/p>\n
Khloe swallowed hard.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you knew too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much did you think?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGroceries. Utilities. Things for the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward Julian.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me you wanted to contribute because Natalie sent more than you needed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom covered her mouth.<\/p>\n
Khloe\u2019s tears began falling freely.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never knew he changed your email.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian said, \u201cDon\u2019t act innocent.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me every transfer was agreed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou benefited from it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face crumpled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not the same as knowing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, it\u2019s convenient.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStop.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou liked the clothes. You liked the car. You liked the dinners.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought your business was recovering.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe business is recovering.\u201d<\/p>\n
Khloe\u2019s voice dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why were we using Mom\u2019s money?\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not answer.<\/p>\n
And there, finally, was the question none of us had asked.<\/p>\n
If Julian\u2019s business was recovering, why did he need my mother\u2019s three thousand dollars every month?<\/p>\n
Harrison closed the bank statement and slid it back into his portfolio.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Carter,\u201d he said, \u201cI believe tonight\u2019s conversation is finished.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian looked at him with open contempt.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not leaving my home because you say so.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harrison nodded toward the folder Julian still held.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen read the notice and contact counsel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian tore his gaze away.<\/p>\n
Khloe remained seated.<\/p>\n
I approached her carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you have somewhere to go tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed once, bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently I don\u2019t even know how much money I have.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom spoke before I could.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can come to the hotel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Khloe looked up.<\/p>\n
Julian did too.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbsolutely not,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
Mom turned toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was speaking to my daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Khloe\u2019s face broke.<\/p>\n
Julian took a step toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe are leaving together.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre we?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question stopped him.<\/p>\n
Khloe wiped her face with both hands.<\/p>\n
Then she removed her wedding ring.<\/p>\n
Not dramatically.<\/p>\n
She simply twisted it free and set it on the dining table beside an untouched plate.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need one night,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
Julian stared at the ring.<\/p>\n
\u201cKhloe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne night where you don\u2019t explain anything for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to hear what the bank says before I hear you tell me what the bank means.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou walk out with them, don\u2019t bother coming back.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone went still.<\/p>\n
Khloe looked at him for a long time.<\/p>\n
Then she picked up her purse.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right.\u201d<\/p>\n
She walked toward the stairs to collect a bag.<\/p>\n
Julian watched her go.<\/p>\n
And the fear I had first seen when Harrison unfolded the statement hardened into something colder.<\/p>\n
Not fear that his marriage was ending.<\/p>\n
Fear that Khloe might finally start looking at the same records we were.<\/p>\n
Julian\u2019s eyes locked on the folded bank statement in Harrison\u2019s hand, and every other concern seemed to leave his face. Not the deputies. Not the guests. Not the ownership documents. … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3371,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3381","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\/3381","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=3381"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3381\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3393,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3381\/revisions\/3393"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/3371"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3381"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3381"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3381"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}