We left before dessert.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t say goodbye to Dad.<\/p>\n
I did not speak to Carol.<\/p>\n
I waited until Lily stepped away from the stage and hugged her near the ballroom doors.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re leaving?\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid something happen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA lot.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes flicked toward our parents.<\/p>\n
\u201cAm I safe here?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question hurt more than I expected.<\/p>\n
I looked around the room.<\/p>\n
Two hundred guests.<\/p>\n
Hotel staff.<\/p>\n
Teachers.<\/p>\n
Friends.<\/p>\n
People with cameras.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor tonight, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her fingers tightened around mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happens tomorrow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDiane.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI really don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
Then she whispered, \u201cDad\u2019s second phone is in his jacket again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t touch it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI already know the code.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cStill don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked disappointed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he knows someone accessed it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s checking you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily swallowed.<\/p>\n
I squeezed her hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cStay around people.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded once.<\/p>\n
Then we separated.<\/p>\n
Emily was waiting in Susan\u2019s Honda.<\/p>\n
When we reached the parking garage, she climbed into the back with her arms folded tightly against herself.<\/p>\n
She had refused to go home until she spoke with the investigator, but after learning Natalie was already at Sterling, she agreed to accompany us long enough to make a statement by phone.<\/p>\n
Mr. Sanders drove separately.<\/p>\n
The ride to Magnolia was quiet at first.<\/p>\n
Then Emily said, \u201cI\u2019m not a criminal.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan looked at her in the mirror.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou accepted money to impersonate someone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t understand that at first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you understood eventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily looked out the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much did they pay you?\u201d<\/p>\n
She hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo thousand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor one signature?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey said I would be appearing as a representative.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith my identification.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t see the ID until yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why didn\u2019t you leave yesterday?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I needed the money.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer silenced me.<\/p>\n
Not because it excused anything.<\/p>\n
Because I understood desperation too well to pretend it always arrived looking noble.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Carol tell you?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Emily rubbed her thumb against a chipped nail.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said her stepdaughter was refusing to cooperate with estate paperwork because of a family argument.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat paperwork?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe called it a corrective transfer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she say the house belonged to me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Dad talk to you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOnly once.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan glanced toward the back seat.<\/p>\n
\u201cIn person?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt their house.\u201d<\/p>\n
That explained Lily seeing the man deliver the envelope, but not him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Dad say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily closed her eyes briefly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said the legal ownership had been wrong for years because your mother\u2019s will was badly drafted.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Susan.<\/p>\n
She muttered, \u201cConvenient.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said you knew the correction was necessary, but after failing your exam you became emotional and decided to punish the family.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
Dad had created an entire psychological profile for my fake failure.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was I supposedly angry about?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMoney.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said you expected him to pay for college even though you failed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan\u2019s hands tightened on the wheel.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you believed him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily met my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor a while.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat changed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMe?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen I saw you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked embarrassed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t look like someone confused about paperwork.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was extremely confused about paperwork.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not what I mean.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood.<\/p>\n
Dad had given her a caricature.<\/p>\n
An unstable spoiled girl.<\/p>\n
Seeing an actual person had complicated the crime.<\/p>\n
We arrived at Magnolia shortly before ten.<\/p>\n
Mr. Sanders was already on the porch.<\/p>\n
He held his phone toward us.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe power of attorney has been seized.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeized?\u201d Susan asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe investigator photographed it, and Sterling surrendered the original voluntarily.\u201d<\/p>\n
I climbed the steps.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Natalie say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat she believed she was performing a paid acting job for a legal reenactment.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily gave a bitter laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey told me a different story.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sanders nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich helps establish coordination.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas she arrested?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause cooperating witnesses are currently more useful.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t love that answer.<\/p>\n
But it made sense.<\/p>\n
Inside, we spread the documents across the dining table.<\/p>\n
Emily recognized Carol\u2019s instructions.<\/p>\n
She recognized Dad\u2019s handwriting on a note.<\/p>\n
She identified a man named Victor Hale as the person who delivered her packet.<\/p>\n
The man from the banquet.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is he?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Sanders searched the name.<\/p>\n
His expression darkened.<\/p>\n
\u201cPrivate document courier. Former real-estate closing agent.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan sat down.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds tailored.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cConnected to Arthur?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sanders turned the laptop.<\/p>\n
Victor Hale\u2019s name appeared in several old business filings.<\/p>\n
One of them involved Reynolds Commercial Holdings.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s company.<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe works for him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe has worked with him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s the man who gave me the envelope.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Sanders.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Dad can\u2019t claim Carol acted alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot credibly if we document the connection.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time, I allowed myself to imagine a simple outcome.<\/p>\n
Fraud stopped.<\/p>\n
Evidence collected.<\/p>\n
House safe.<\/p>\n
Dad exposed.<\/p>\n
Then Sanders said, \u201cWe still have Arthur\u2019s warning.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered.<\/p>\n
You think stopping one signature changes anything?<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else can he do?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sanders looked around the house.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat depends on what Eleanor protected.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou administered the estate. Shouldn\u2019t you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know the legal instruments I was given.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds carefully phrased.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother used more than one attorney near the end of her life.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t know everything?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
That scared me.<\/p>\n
Mom had divided information.<\/p>\n
Why?<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe cabinet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Upstairs, we returned to her bedroom.<\/p>\n
The documents we had found were still stacked beside the open cabinet.<\/p>\n
Mr. Sanders reviewed them folder by folder.<\/p>\n
Tax records.<\/p>\n
Insurance.<\/p>\n
Maintenance.<\/p>\n
Estate notices.<\/p>\n
Bank correspondence.<\/p>\n
Then he stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He lifted an empty hanging file.<\/p>\n
A handwritten label remained.<\/p>\n
OPERATING LEDGER \u2014 M.A.<\/p>\n
Susan frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re the estate lawyer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did not manage the property\u2019s operating account directly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho did?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sanders looked at the label again.<\/p>\n
\u201cEleanor did initially. After her death, a property administrator named Calvin Price.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDead.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
I touched the empty folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas there supposed to be something here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow can you tell?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s an index.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pulled out a typed sheet from another folder.<\/p>\n
Every file had a number.<\/p>\n
The operating ledger was listed as File 14.<\/p>\n
File 14 was missing.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould Dad have taken it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan asked.<\/p>\n
Sanders didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
I looked around.<\/p>\n
The house had been locked.<\/p>\n
Dad might have had access while I was a minor.<\/p>\n
He had been allowed to maintain the property.<\/p>\n
Maybe he knew exactly where the cabinet was.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would a ledger matter?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sanders sat on the edge of the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause if the estate account paid for everything here, it shows the house never depended on Arthur.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe already know that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. But an operating ledger could contain more.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDeposits.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat deposits?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sanders looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas the property ever rented?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have no idea.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot that I knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sanders stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we need to find the ledger.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily, who had stayed near the doorway, pointed toward the closet.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s behind that?\u201d<\/p>\n
We turned.<\/p>\n
A narrow strip of wood was visible beside the baseboard.<\/p>\n
Different color.<\/p>\n
I knelt.<\/p>\n
It looked less faded than the surrounding trim.<\/p>\n
I pressed it.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Susan crouched beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother renovated this room before she got sick.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMeaning?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe added storage.\u201d<\/p>\n
We began checking the wall.<\/p>\n
Behind a row of hanging garment bags, my hand found a small recessed latch.<\/p>\n
I pushed.<\/p>\n
A narrow panel opened.<\/p>\n
Inside was a shallow compartment.<\/p>\n
Empty except for dust.<\/p>\n
Susan stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething was here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
She pointed.<\/p>\n
A rectangular outline marked the dust.<\/p>\n
About the size of a ledger book.<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
Someone had removed it.<\/p>\n
Recently?<\/p>\n
I touched the clean outline.<\/p>\n
There was almost no dust inside the rectangle.<\/p>\n
Sanders crouched.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis was taken.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould have been years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked closer.<\/p>\n
Near the back lay a small strip of paper.<\/p>\n
I reached in.<\/p>\n
It was torn from an envelope.<\/p>\n
Only a return address remained.<\/p>\n
PACIFIC MERIDIAN BANK
\nPRIVATE CLIENT SERVICES<\/p>\n
Sanders went completely still.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know them.\u201d<\/p>\n
He took the fragment.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey handled some of Eleanor\u2019s private accounts.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat private accounts?\u201d<\/p>\n
His silence answered before he did.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou keep saying that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I dislike it more each time.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat back on my heels.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would my mother hide a bank ledger from her estate attorney?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sanders looked troubled.<\/p>\n
\u201cPerhaps she wasn\u2019t hiding it from me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen from Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily spoke from the doorway.<\/p>\n
\u201cCarol mentioned a bank.\u201d<\/p>\n
We all turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was on the phone yesterday while I waited in the study.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily frowned, reconstructing it.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething about needing control before they could get the bank to release anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan whispered, \u201cRelease what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExact words,\u201d Sanders said. \u201cAs close as you remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said, \u2018If Diane signs, Pacific Meridian has to recognize the transfer.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went silent.<\/p>\n
I looked at the torn bank envelope in Sanders\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cRecognize the transfer of the house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not sound convinced.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else could transfer with it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sanders stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cAccounts tied to the property.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart thudded.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo idea.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan gave him a look.<\/p>\n
He raised his hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cI genuinely do not know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Downstairs, someone knocked.<\/p>\n
All four of us froze.<\/p>\n
Another knock.<\/p>\n
Three measured taps.<\/p>\n
Susan whispered, \u201cExpecting anyone?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sanders moved toward the hallway.<\/p>\n
I followed.<\/p>\n
He looked back.<\/p>\n
\u201cStay upstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He gave me the same expression Susan had been giving me for twenty-four hours.<\/p>\n
It did not work any better for him.<\/p>\n
We went down.<\/p>\n
The knock came again.<\/p>\n
Through the frosted glass, I could make out a man.<\/p>\n
Older.<\/p>\n
Hat.<\/p>\n
Not Dad.<\/p>\n
Sanders opened the door only a few inches.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
The man held up both hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael Sanders?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy name is Joseph Lin.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sanders frowned.<\/p>\n
Then his face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that name.\u201d<\/p>\n
The man nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked past him.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Diane Reynolds here?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped into view.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m Diane.\u201d<\/p>\n
Joseph Lin removed his hat.<\/p>\n
He looked at me for a long moment.<\/p>\n
Then said, \u201cYou have Eleanor\u2019s eyes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was getting used to strangers knowing pieces of my mother that I did not.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was her accountant.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sanders opened the door wider.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you retired.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why are you here?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mr. Lin looked toward the street before stepping inside.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Arthur Reynolds called me this afternoon.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin prickled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he want?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mr. Lin reached into his coat.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted the current balance.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sanders shut the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat balance?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mr. Lin looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Magnolia reserve.\u201d<\/p>\n
I swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cAs of last quarter, a little over three point eight million dollars.\u201d<\/p>\n
No one spoke.<\/p>\n
I thought I had misheard him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThree point eight million?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mr. Lin nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe house is only part of what your mother left.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan sat down hard on the nearest chair.<\/p>\n
Sanders closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
I stared at Mr. Lin.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t anyone tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Eleanor instructed us not to disclose the reserve until you reached eighteen and took control of the property.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse pounded.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if Dad got me to transfer the house?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mr. Lin\u2019s face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe reserve account follows beneficial control.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everything clicked.<\/p>\n
Not sentiment.<\/p>\n
Not a house Dad wanted to sell.<\/p>\n
Millions.<\/p>\n
No wonder he had planned backups.<\/p>\n
No wonder one night mattered.<\/p>\n
I looked at Sanders.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan he touch it now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mr. Lin did not answer as quickly.<\/p>\n
I turned toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He removed a folded paper from his coat.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur asked me whether a pending transfer was enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough for what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mr. Lin handed the paper to me.<\/p>\n
It was a faxed instruction bearing my typed name.<\/p>\n
A request to liquidate the reserve and wire funds to an account I had never seen.<\/p>\n
The signature line was blank.<\/p>\n
But at the bottom was a scheduled processing time.<\/p>\n
11:45 P.M.<\/p>\n
I checked the clock.<\/p>\n
10:38.<\/p>\n
Sixty-seven minutes.<\/p>\n
Dad had never needed the forged transfer to survive forever.<\/p>\n
He only needed it to exist long enough for the bank to release the money.<\/p>\n
We left before dessert. I didn\u2019t say goodbye to Dad. I did not speak to Carol. I waited until Lily stepped away from the stage and hugged her near the … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4445,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4452","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\/4452","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=4452"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4452\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4470,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4452\/revisions\/4470"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/4445"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4452"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4452"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4452"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}