Cal reached for the papers.<\/p>\n
I pulled them away.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't.\u201d<\/p>\n
His hand stopped above the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cJosie, let me explain.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat would be wonderful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m past angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s exactly why we shouldn\u2019t do this tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him. \u201cYou stole eleven thousand dollars from an account in my name, and your first strategy is scheduling?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t steal it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat would you call writing checks I didn\u2019t authorize?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re married.\u201d<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
That word.<\/p>\n
For years I had heard it as partnership. Tonight Cal was using it as permission.<\/p>\n
I asked, \u201cIf I took eleven thousand dollars from an account in your name without telling you, would you call it ours?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s different.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
He rubbed his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I wasn\u2019t spending it on myself.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence stopped me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who were you spending it on?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward the stairs.<\/p>\n
\u201cFamily things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat family things?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExpenses.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cName one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOur bills.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOur bills come out of the joint account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUnexpected things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cName one.\u201d<\/p>\n
He said nothing.<\/p>\n
I pulled out a chair and sat.<\/p>\n
\u201cStart with the five hundred.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe first check. Three years ago. Five hundred dollars. Where did it go?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou remember enough to know you didn't spend it on yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJosie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did it go?\u201d<\/p>\n
He opened the refrigerator, stared inside, then closed it without taking anything.<\/p>\n
The movement was so ordinary it made me furious.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop moving around.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m trying not to fight with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou've confused fighting with answering.\u201d<\/p>\n
He leaned against the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cI borrowed some money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWithout asking.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was going to replace it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
I tapped the stack.<\/p>\n
\u201cObviously not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI replaced some.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen took more?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked down.<\/p>\n
I opened the banking website again.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m calling the bank.\u201d<\/p>\n
His head lifted.<\/p>\n
\u201cTonight?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s Christmas.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy money doesn't know that.\u201d<\/p>\n
I dialed the number on the back of my debit card.<\/p>\n
Cal paced while I navigated the automated system. Eventually a fraud representative answered.<\/p>\n
I explained that I had discovered checks I had not signed.<\/p>\n
The representative asked whether anyone else had access to the checkbook.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy husband did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cal stopped pacing.<\/p>\n
The representative asked whether I wanted to dispute the transactions.<\/p>\n
I looked at Cal.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cJosie.\u201d<\/p>\n
I held up one finger.<\/p>\n
The bank representative explained that older transactions could be difficult to recover, especially given the length of time and the fact that the checks had cleared without being reported. She could, however, place restrictions on the account immediately and provide copies of the complete check history.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cal shook his head.<\/p>\n
I ignored him.<\/p>\n
The representative confirmed my email address, locked the old check sequence, and told me the records would be available electronically.<\/p>\n
When I hung up, Cal said, \u201cYou didn't need to report me for fraud.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI reported unauthorized checks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told them your husband wrote them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause my husband wrote them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're making this bigger than it needs to be.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen make it smaller. Tell me where the money went.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pulled out a chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cI helped someone.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence came so quietly I nearly missed it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone who needed it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked exhausted now.<\/p>\n
Not ashamed.<\/p>\n
Cornered.<\/p>\n
\u201cAn old friend.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cName.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy does that matter?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you've taken eleven thousand dollars from me for this unnamed old friend.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn't eleven thousand for one person.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes shifted.<\/p>\n
I had known Cal for eleven years. I knew his ordinary lies\u2014the tiny ones people tell because they are late, embarrassed, or avoiding an argument.<\/p>\n
This was different.<\/p>\n
This lie had architecture.<\/p>\n
\u201cGive me your phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer came too fast.<\/p>\n
I felt something settle in my chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're assuming things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI asked who she is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't know it's a woman.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI do now.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes closed briefly.<\/p>\n
There are moments in a marriage when a person says more by reacting than language could ever reveal.<\/p>\n
I picked up my own phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLooking at the records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe payee information.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJosie, don't.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
Those two words frightened me more than anything he had said.<\/p>\n
Not because they were threatening.<\/p>\n
Because they were desperate.<\/p>\n
The electronic records arrived twenty minutes later.<\/p>\n
I downloaded them.<\/p>\n
Several of the checks had been deposited into the same account.<\/p>\n
The bank image showed only part of the endorsement, but the receiving institution was visible.<\/p>\n
I searched the routing information.<\/p>\n
A regional bank.<\/p>\n
North Carolina.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo we know someone in North Carolina?\u201d<\/p>\n
Cal said nothing.<\/p>\n
I searched his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo we?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAn old friend.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe woman?\u201d<\/p>\n
He sat down.<\/p>\n
I continued through the records.<\/p>\n
The first few checks had been written to Cal himself, then deposited elsewhere. Later checks had a different payee.<\/p>\n
S. Radek.<\/p>\n
I read the name aloud.<\/p>\n
Cal's eyes closed.<\/p>\n
\u201cStephanie Radek.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is Stephanie?\u201d<\/p>\n
He pressed his palms together.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone from before.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore us.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the name again.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou've been sending money to a woman you knew before me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn't what you think.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know what I think yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was true.<\/p>\n
My mind kept presenting possibilities and rejecting them because none fit all the facts.<\/p>\n
An affair?<\/p>\n
Blackmail?<\/p>\n
A debt?<\/p>\n
A relative I had never heard about?<\/p>\n
I typed Stephanie Radek into a search engine.<\/p>\n
Cal stood abruptly.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you don't know the context.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen give it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
He remained silent.<\/p>\n
I pressed Enter.<\/p>\n
Several results appeared.<\/p>\n
A social-media profile.<\/p>\n
A professional directory entry that seemed outdated.<\/p>\n
A property listing.<\/p>\n
Then images.<\/p>\n
The profile picture showed a dark-haired woman standing beside a little girl.<\/p>\n
I clicked.<\/p>\n
The account was mostly private, but enough was visible to tell me Stephanie lived near Charlotte.<\/p>\n
There were public photographs going back years.<\/p>\n
The little girl appeared again and again.<\/p>\n
Birthdays.<\/p>\n
School pictures.<\/p>\n
A pumpkin patch.<\/p>\n
A science fair.<\/p>\n
Christmas.<\/p>\n
I enlarged one photograph without knowing why.<\/p>\n
The girl was perhaps seven in that picture.<\/p>\n
Brown hair. Narrow face. Serious eyes.<\/p>\n
Something about her looked familiar.<\/p>\n
Not enough to identify.<\/p>\n
Enough to make me uneasy.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is the girl?\u201d<\/p>\n
Cal looked away.<\/p>\n
My pulse accelerated.<\/p>\n
\u201cCal.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s Stephanie's daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can see that.\u201d<\/p>\n
I clicked another photograph.<\/p>\n
The girl was younger there.<\/p>\n
Maybe five.<\/p>\n
Another.<\/p>\n
Three.<\/p>\n
Another.<\/p>\n
A toddler.<\/p>\n
In one image she was laughing with her head turned sideways.<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
Cal had that same crooked half smile.<\/p>\n
The same small crease appeared beside one eye.<\/p>\n
Coincidence, I told myself.<\/p>\n
Children resemble strangers all the time.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed a comment beneath an old birthday photograph.<\/p>\n
Happy ninth, Emma!<\/p>\n
Nine.<\/p>\n
I looked at Cal.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow old is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn't answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow old is Emma?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJosie, please.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood so quickly the chair legs scraped against the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs she yours?\u201d<\/p>\n
His face lost color.<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
But still he didn't say it.<\/p>\n
Instead he walked into the living room.<\/p>\n
I followed.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Emma your daughter?\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned on me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need you to calm down.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to talk about this carefully.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou've had eleven years to decide how carefully.\u201d<\/p>\n
His mouth opened.<\/p>\n
Closed.<\/p>\n
I realized I had said eleven years automatically\u2014the length of time we had been together.<\/p>\n
Then another number entered my head.<\/p>\n
Emma was nine.<\/p>\n
Cal and I had met eleven years ago.<\/p>\n
We had married eight years ago.<\/p>\n
The timeline did not immediately prove an affair.<\/p>\n
But it proved something almost as disturbing.<\/p>\n
If Emma was his child, Cal had known about her through nearly our entire marriage.<\/p>\n
I went back to the laptop.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat's Stephanie's middle name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m checking records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStop investigating me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen stop making investigation the only way I can learn about my own husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
He had no response.<\/p>\n
I searched the bank documents again.<\/p>\n
One detail bothered me.<\/p>\n
Several payments hadn't gone directly to Stephanie.<\/p>\n
They had entered an account bearing both her name and another authorized account holder.<\/p>\n
I requested the expanded transaction information.<\/p>\n
The bank's system loaded slowly.<\/p>\n
Cal stood behind me.<\/p>\n
I could hear him breathing.<\/p>\n
When the document appeared, I read it twice.<\/p>\n
Account holders:<\/p>\n
Stephanie Radek.<\/p>\n
Calvin Kincaid.<\/p>\n
I stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have a bank account with her.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sat down.<\/p>\n
Not beside me.<\/p>\n
Across the room.<\/p>\n
The distance felt appropriate.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s old.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYears.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many?\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn't answer.<\/p>\n
I looked through the transaction dates.<\/p>\n
At least four years.<\/p>\n
Probably longer.<\/p>\n
The account existed while we were choosing kitchen cabinets.<\/p>\n
While we were celebrating anniversaries.<\/p>\n
While he was telling me we couldn't afford a vacation.<\/p>\n
While I was putting money aside because I thought both of us were trying to build something.<\/p>\n
I printed the account information.<\/p>\n
Cal watched the paper emerge.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re making copies?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause tomorrow you may decide this conversation happened differently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI would never do that.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou forged my signature.\u201d<\/p>\n
He flinched.<\/p>\n
I gathered the papers.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed another pattern.<\/p>\n
Every December, money moved toward the same account.<\/p>\n
Five hundred at first.<\/p>\n
Then eight hundred.<\/p>\n
Then a thousand.<\/p>\n
Then larger amounts.<\/p>\n
The most recent transfer was twenty-five hundred dollars.<\/p>\n
Dated Christmas Eve.<\/p>\n
Yesterday.<\/p>\n
I pointed to it.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis happened before dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cal's face changed.<\/p>\n
I understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou already sent money yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
He remained silent.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then tonight you told your parents we would spend my bonus on their roof.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThose aren't connected.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen explain the coincidence.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey're separate things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did you take twenty-five hundred dollars yesterday?\u201d<\/p>\n
He rubbed both hands over his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cI needed to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor Stephanie?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed once, but nothing about it was funny.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo a woman from before our marriage asks for money, and you take it from me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not that simple.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Emma your daughter?\u201d<\/p>\n
He stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think we should sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
Then I realized something.<\/p>\n
He wasn't refusing because he needed time.<\/p>\n
He was buying it.<\/p>\n
Time to call Stephanie.<\/p>\n
Time to move money.<\/p>\n
Time to delete messages.<\/p>\n
Time to coordinate whatever story he thought I might accept tomorrow.<\/p>\n
I opened my phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFreezing everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are payments pending.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBills.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich bills?\u201d<\/p>\n
He said nothing.<\/p>\n
I logged into our joint account.<\/p>\n
Then our small business account.<\/p>\n
Cal moved closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cJosie.\u201d<\/p>\n
I changed the passwords.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaking sure nothing else disappears tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can't lock me out of our finances.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou locked me out of the truth for years.\u201d<\/p>\n
I enabled transaction alerts.<\/p>\n
Then I saw something I hadn't expected.<\/p>\n
A transfer request.<\/p>\n
Scheduled.<\/p>\n
Not completed.<\/p>\n
Ten thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
Destination account ending in the same four digits as the Stephanie-Cal account.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were going to send her ten thousand dollars?\u201d<\/p>\n
His face went blank.<\/p>\n
\u201cTomorrow?\u201d<\/p>\n
He said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom where?\u201d<\/p>\n
I traced the funding source.<\/p>\n
My personal savings.<\/p>\n
My bonus.<\/p>\n
The amount he had publicly promised for his parents\u2019 roof was almost exactly the amount he had privately scheduled to send somewhere else.<\/p>\n
Suddenly the roof made a terrible kind of sense.<\/p>\n
If I later noticed my bonus gone, there would already be an explanation.<\/p>\n
His parents.<\/p>\n
Their repair.<\/p>\n
Christmas generosity.<\/p>\n
Everyone at that dinner table had heard him announce it.<\/p>\n
Everyone could confirm it.<\/p>\n
Except the money wasn't headed to his parents.<\/p>\n
It was headed to the account he shared with Stephanie Radek.<\/p>\n
I canceled the transfer.<\/p>\n
Cal watched me do it.<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
Not anger.<\/p>\n
Fear.<\/p>\n
\u201cJosie.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed the laptop.<\/p>\n
\u201cTomorrow morning, you're going to explain every dollar.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward the canceled transfer notification.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if I don't?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I'll find out without you.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stood motionless.<\/p>\n
I gathered the printed checks and carried them upstairs.<\/p>\n
At the bottom of the staircase, I stopped.<\/p>\n
I didn't turn around.<\/p>\n
\u201cSleep downstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJosie\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTonight I don't know enough about you to sleep beside you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Upstairs, I locked the bedroom door.<\/p>\n
Then I sat on the edge of the bed with the printouts beside me.<\/p>\n
I should have been exhausted.<\/p>\n
Instead, my mind kept returning to the little girl's face.<\/p>\n
Emma.<\/p>\n
Nine years old.<\/p>\n
Cal's smile.<\/p>\n
Cal's account.<\/p>\n
Cal's money transfers.<\/p>\n
At 12:47 a.m., I searched Stephanie's profile one last time.<\/p>\n
There was a photograph I hadn't noticed earlier.<\/p>\n
Emma stood beside a Christmas tree holding a handmade ornament.<\/p>\n
Behind her, half outside the frame, was a man's arm.<\/p>\n
Only an arm.<\/p>\n
Gray sleeve.<\/p>\n
Silver watch.<\/p>\n
I enlarged the image.<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
I knew that watch.<\/p>\n
I had given it to Cal on our fifth anniversary.<\/p>\n
The photograph had been taken three Christmases ago.<\/p>\n
The same year the first substantial check disappeared from my account.<\/p>\n
I sat staring at that fragment of my husband's body beside a child he had never mentioned.<\/p>\n
Then I understood the question had changed.<\/p>\n
It was no longer whether Cal knew Emma.<\/p>\n
It was how much of her life he had already been part of while pretending she didn't exist in mine.<\/p>\n
Cal reached for the papers. I pulled them away. \u201cDon't.\u201d His hand stopped above the table. \u201cJosie, let me explain.\u201d \u201cThat would be wonderful.\u201d \u201cYou're angry.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m past angry.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6301,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6303","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\/6303","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=6303"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6303\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6334,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6303\/revisions\/6334"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/6301"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6303"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6303"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6303"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}