I deposited David\u2019s cashier\u2019s check the following Monday.<\/p>\n
For years, the unpaid loan had existed between us without being discussed. Once repaid, I expected to feel triumphant.<\/p>\n
I did not.<\/p>\n
I felt relieved.<\/p>\n
There was a difference.<\/p>\n
Triumph would have required somebody to lose.<\/p>\n
Relief simply meant something unfinished had finally been put down.<\/p>\n
I took myself to lunch afterward.<\/p>\n
Alone.<\/p>\n
That was another thing I had begun practicing.<\/p>\n
Not waiting for company before enjoying my own day.<\/p>\n
I ordered soup, bread, and a slice of lemon cake I did not need.<\/p>\n
Emma would have approved.<\/p>\n
The blue kettle, according to her, still did not qualify as irresponsible spending.<\/p>\n
The cake might.<\/p>\n
I sent her a photograph.<\/p>\n
Her reply arrived immediately.<\/p>\n
Finally. Reckless behavior.<\/p>\n
I laughed in the restaurant.<\/p>\n
For nearly two weeks, life became almost ordinary.<\/p>\n
David worked temporary jobs while applying for permanent positions.<\/p>\n
The twins spent every other Saturday at the cottage when he asked and when I was available.<\/p>\n
Sarah saw them regularly under arrangements she and David had made.<\/p>\n
Her legal case moved slowly.<\/p>\n
Margaret told me that was normal.<\/p>\n
I stopped asking for predictions.<\/p>\n
One afternoon, I signed the final version of the trust for the cottage.<\/p>\n
Margaret turned the documents toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re certain?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The cottage would remain entirely mine during my lifetime.<\/p>\n
I could live there.<\/p>\n
Sell it.<\/p>\n
Mortgage it.<\/p>\n
Change my mind.<\/p>\n
Nothing about the trust limited my choices while I was alive.<\/p>\n
Only after my death, if I still owned the property, would the plan take effect for the grandchildren.<\/p>\n
That provision mattered.<\/p>\n
I was not turning my home into someone else\u2019s future possession.<\/p>\n
Not even the twins\u2019.<\/p>\n
It remained mine.<\/p>\n
Margaret seemed pleased when I said that aloud.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat distinction is exactly right.\u201d<\/p>\n
I signed.<\/p>\n
When I returned to the cottage, I did not tell anyone.<\/p>\n
Not David.<\/p>\n
Not Emma.<\/p>\n
Not Sarah.<\/p>\n
The secrecy did not feel deceptive.<\/p>\n
It felt private.<\/p>\n
There is a difference between hiding something because truth threatens you and keeping something because it belongs to you.<\/p>\n
I was finally learning that too.<\/p>\n
Three days later, David called.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I ask you something weird?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou usually do.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah\u2019s attorney wants a family meeting.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot about the criminal case exactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen about what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRestitution. Counseling. The kids. What happens going forward.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like several different meetings.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy am I included?\u201d<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you were the person harmed by the forged letters.\u201d<\/p>\n
The phrase person harmed sounded clinical.<\/p>\n
I disliked it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does Sarah want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo apologize formally.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe has apologized.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think she wants to explain what she\u2019s willing to do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t need anything from her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told them that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why attend?\u201d<\/p>\n
David became quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I want you there.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer changed the question.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, you do.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m scared I\u2019ll either defend her too much or hate her too much.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not a reason to put me between you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what are you actually asking?\u201d<\/p>\n
He took a long time.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want someone in the room who remembers what happened without needing it to mean the marriage survives or ends.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was surprisingly thoughtful.<\/p>\n
I considered it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWould Margaret attend?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you want.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He breathed out.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am not deciding anything about your marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI mean it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if anyone starts treating me like a vote, I leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFair.\u201d<\/p>\n
The meeting happened the following Thursday.<\/p>\n
Sarah sat beside her attorney.<\/p>\n
David sat alone.<\/p>\n
I sat beside Margaret.<\/p>\n
For a moment, I thought about how strange the arrangement was.<\/p>\n
Four months earlier, Sarah had brought an attorney to my cottage to persuade me to change my deed.<\/p>\n
Now we sat with lawyers because she had forged my signature while trying to protect a failing business.<\/p>\n
Fear had carried her a remarkable distance.<\/p>\n
Sarah looked thinner.<\/p>\n
She began without notes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not going to ask anyone to forgive me today.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was a good start.<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI used your name and property because I convinced myself that what David might inherit someday was already part of our family\u2019s security.\u201d<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew you had never promised the money.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice shook.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew you had never promised the cottage.\u201d<\/p>\n
David looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew the support letters were false.\u201d<\/p>\n
No euphemism.<\/p>\n
That mattered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI signed your name because I believed the business would recover before anyone needed the money.\u201d<\/p>\n
She swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was not a misunderstanding. It was something I chose to do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret did not move beside me.<\/p>\n
I appreciated her silence.<\/p>\n
Sarah turned toward David.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou signed documents you didn\u2019t read, but you did not know I forged Margaret\u2019s signature.\u201d<\/p>\n
David\u2019s face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should not take responsibility for that because you were my husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at her for the first time.<\/p>\n
Sarah began crying.<\/p>\n
\u201cI lied to you too.\u201d<\/p>\n
David said nothing.<\/p>\n
Her attorney allowed the silence.<\/p>\n
Then Sarah looked back at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI also excluded you from the reunion because I was afraid Leonard would say something about the financing and you would discover what we had been telling people.\u201d<\/p>\n
I already knew.<\/p>\n
Hearing it formally still hurt.<\/p>\n
\u201cI sent the leftovers because I felt guilty.\u201d<\/p>\n
She wiped her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat might be the ugliest part to admit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I wanted to feel like I had done something kind without actually fixing what I did.\u201d<\/p>\n
The honesty landed quietly.<\/p>\n
I thought about that foil-covered tray.<\/p>\n
Two ribs.<\/p>\n
Potato salad.<\/p>\n
Cornbread.<\/p>\n
At the time, it had felt like proof of my place in the family.<\/p>\n
Leftovers.<\/p>\n
Now it looked like something else.<\/p>\n
A guilty person trying to buy relief cheaply.<\/p>\n
Sarah continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t expect you to trust me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t expect David to stay married to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
David closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t expect the children to understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I want to become someone who can tell them the truth about what I did without blaming fear, debt, Leonard, or anyone else.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time, I felt something loosen inside me.<\/p>\n
Not forgiveness.<\/p>\n
Not yet.<\/p>\n
Recognition.<\/p>\n
She had finally stopped explaining herself as though explanation could erase choice.<\/p>\n
Her attorney then discussed restitution.<\/p>\n
Sarah wanted to reimburse legal expenses I had incurred responding to the forged letters.<\/p>\n
I looked at Margaret.<\/p>\n
She nodded slightly, indicating it was my decision.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sarah looked startled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI should.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want your money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t mean I don\u2019t owe it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I considered my words.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou owe accountability where the law requires it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou owe honesty to David.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou owe stability and truth to your children.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I do not need another financial transaction between us.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her attorney asked whether I was waiving any legal claim.<\/p>\n
Margaret immediately intervened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe are not addressing legal waivers in this conversation.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was why she was there.<\/p>\n
I almost smiled.<\/p>\n
Sarah nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cUnderstood.\u201d<\/p>\n
The conversation moved to the children.<\/p>\n
David and Sarah had agreed not to use them as messengers.<\/p>\n
Not to discuss evidence in front of them.<\/p>\n
Not to make them choose sides.<\/p>\n
Those promises mattered more to me than reimbursement.<\/p>\n
Then the discussion turned toward their marriage.<\/p>\n
I immediately raised my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat part does not involve me.\u201d<\/p>\n
David nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sarah looked relieved.<\/p>\n
Maybe she had feared I would argue for divorce.<\/p>\n
Maybe she had feared I would argue against it.<\/p>\n
Both would have been mistakes.<\/p>\n
The meeting ended after ninety minutes.<\/p>\n
Outside, David caught up with me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot deciding for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat would have been easier.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor you or me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBoth.\u201d<\/p>\n
He hugged me.<\/p>\n
Sarah emerged a few minutes later.<\/p>\n
She stopped several feet away.<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould I visit the cottage sometime?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question surprised me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked embarrassed.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo see you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Not the twins.<\/p>\n
Not David.<\/p>\n
Me.<\/p>\n
I thought about it.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face fell slightly.<\/p>\n
Then she nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
That response mattered.<\/p>\n
No argument.<\/p>\n
No guilt.<\/p>\n
No insistence that we were family.<\/p>\n
Just okay.<\/p>\n
I drove home alone.<\/p>\n
The cottage looked especially peaceful in late-afternoon light.<\/p>\n
I made tea with the blue kettle.<\/p>\n
Then I sat on the porch.<\/p>\n
For the first time, I allowed myself to think about forgiveness.<\/p>\n
I had always misunderstood it.<\/p>\n
I thought forgiveness meant returning someone to the place they occupied before they hurt you.<\/p>\n
Perhaps that was why I had offered it too quickly for most of my life.<\/p>\n
Real forgiveness, I was beginning to understand, could coexist with changed access.<\/p>\n
You could stop carrying anger without handing someone your house key.<\/p>\n
You could love a son without financing him.<\/p>\n
You could care about a daughter-in-law without trusting her with your documents.<\/p>\n
You could want grandchildren in your life without being permanently available for childcare.<\/p>\n
You could forgive and still remember.<\/p>\n
That evening, Emma called.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow was the meeting?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStrange.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUseful strange or terrible strange?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUseful.\u201d<\/p>\n
I told her what Sarah had said.<\/p>\n
Emma listened.<\/p>\n
When I finished, she asked, \u201cDo you forgive her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s allowed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m learning.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about David?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre they staying together?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t ask.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho are you and what have you done with my mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She became quiet.<\/p>\n
Then she asked, \u201cDid you sign the trust?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor the cottage?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are literally the only family member who knows.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI feel powerful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m putting \u2018keeper of cottage secrets\u2019 on my r\u00e9sum\u00e9.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
Then I became serious.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf I change my mind someday, I want you to understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout the trust?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, burn the cottage down and spend the insurance money in Paris if you want.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat seems extreme.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou understand my point.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
Those two words sounded different coming from her.<\/p>\n
Not because David had never said them.<\/p>\n
Because Emma had never needed to learn them.<\/p>\n
After we hung up, I remained outside.<\/p>\n
The sun disappeared.<\/p>\n
The porch light attracted moths.<\/p>\n
Somewhere beyond the trees, an owl called.<\/p>\n
I thought the worst of the crisis might finally be behind us.<\/p>\n
Then, a week later, Margaret called.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere has been a development involving Leonard Price.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe has produced records.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat records?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmails and notes from the financing process.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout Sarah?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd David?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is an email you need to see.\u201d<\/p>\n
She sent it.<\/p>\n
The message was almost a year old.<\/p>\n
Months before the reunion.<\/p>\n
Months before I bought the cottage.<\/p>\n
It had been written by Leonard to Sarah.<\/p>\n
If Margaret is unwilling to provide a direct guarantee, another route may be available. Based on what you\u2019ve described, David\u2019s expected inheritance should eventually exceed the outstanding debt.<\/p>\n
Below it was Sarah\u2019s reply.<\/p>\n
David says Mom would never let us lose everything.<\/p>\n
I stared at the sentence.<\/p>\n
It was not a promise from me.<\/p>\n
It was worse in another way.<\/p>\n
It was a belief.<\/p>\n
A belief built from years of experience.<\/p>\n
David says Mom would never let us lose everything.<\/p>\n
I read it until the words blurred.<\/p>\n
They had built their financial decisions around an assumption that, when disaster became large enough, I would rescue them.<\/p>\n
And until the cottage, until the reunion, until I finally said no, they had every reason to believe it.<\/p>\n
I called David.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you tell Sarah I would never let you lose everything?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA long time ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you mean financially?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI probably did.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
He continued before I could speak.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought it was true.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo did I.\u201d<\/p>\n
That surprised him into silence.<\/p>\n
For years, I probably would have saved the business.<\/p>\n
Paid the debts.<\/p>\n
Protected the house.<\/p>\n
Called it love.<\/p>\n
Perhaps the most important decision I had made was not buying the cottage.<\/p>\n
It was allowing my son to discover that his mother could love him completely and still let him lose something.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you angry?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happens now?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked around the cottage.<\/p>\n
My cottage.<\/p>\n
The house I bought with money no one else controlled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then I remembered something.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou once asked whether we were okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you we were getting there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe still are.\u201d<\/p>\n
He breathed out.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
The next morning, I drove to the city house and opened the garage.<\/p>\n
For the first time in years, it was empty.<\/p>\n
David\u2019s boxes were gone.<\/p>\n
Sarah\u2019s paperwork was gone.<\/p>\n
The business records were gone.<\/p>\n
Only Raymond\u2019s workbench remained.<\/p>\n
I ran my hand across its scarred wooden surface.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed something beneath it.<\/p>\n
A small envelope had been taped to the underside of the drawer.<\/p>\n
Old tape.<\/p>\n
Yellowed edges.<\/p>\n
My name was written across the front in my husband\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
Margaret.<\/p>\n
My heart stopped.<\/p>\n
I pulled it free.<\/p>\n
Inside was a single folded sheet.<\/p>\n
Raymond had dated it six months before his death.<\/p>\n
I sat on his old stool and began to read.<\/p>\n
By the second paragraph, tears were running down my face.<\/p>\n
My husband had written the letter because he had been worried about something he saw happening even then.<\/p>\n
Not Sarah.<\/p>\n
Not the business.<\/p>\n
Me.<\/p>\n
You have always believed love means making life easier for the people you love, he had written.<\/p>\n
But there may come a day when helping them means refusing to carry what belongs to them.<\/p>\n
I covered my mouth.<\/p>\n
He had known me.<\/p>\n
Better than I knew myself.<\/p>\n
The final lines were even harder.<\/p>\n
Do not spend the rest of your life proving you are useful. You were loved before you did anything for us. You will still be loved when you stop.<\/p>\n
I sat alone in the empty garage with the letter against my chest.<\/p>\n
For months, I had thought this story was about discovering what my family expected from me.<\/p>\n
It was not.<\/p>\n
The harder discovery was understanding why I had taught them to expect it.<\/p>\n
And for the first time, I knew exactly what I needed to change next.<\/p>\n
I deposited David\u2019s cashier\u2019s check the following Monday. For years, the unpaid loan had existed between us without being discussed. Once repaid, I expected to feel triumphant. I did not. … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5832,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5844","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\/5844","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=5844"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5844\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5864,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5844\/revisions\/5864"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/5832"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5844"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5844"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5844"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}