For a moment I thought I had misunderstood Claire.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarlene is your mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe raised me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at my own mother.<\/p>\n
Her hand had gone to her mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire, put Marlene on.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe doesn't want to talk yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she's trying to find my father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pressed my fingertips against my forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is Rebecca?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire's breathing trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHer full name was Rebecca Bennett.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother sat down again.<\/p>\n
I watched her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know her,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Mom did not deny it.<\/p>\n
Claire heard me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother is there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAsk her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I lowered the phone slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho was Rebecca Bennett?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom stared at the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel's wife.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin went cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire's father Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Rebecca was Claire's mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother nodded.<\/p>\n
I returned the phone to my ear.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire, we need to be in the same place.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm coming there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer was immediate.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I don't know what this means yet, and Luca is with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
That stopped me.<\/p>\n
Our son.<\/p>\n
Until that moment, every frightening possibility had been abstract.<\/p>\n
Now Luca existed at the center of it.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d I said. \u201cBut stay on the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire moved through her parents' house while we spoke.<\/p>\n
I could hear cabinet doors, footsteps and Marlene's voice somewhere nearby.<\/p>\n
My mother sat opposite me, twisting the strap of her handbag.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me everything you know,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot until we know whether that's the same Claire.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou just said Bennett.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBorn when?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom hesitated.<\/p>\n
I felt something inside me tighten.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen, Mom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c1995.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire stopped moving on the other end.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was born in 1995.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat date?\u201d I asked my mother.<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire answered instead.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarch fourteenth.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
That reaction frightened me more than any words could have.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
She opened her handbag.<\/p>\n
\u201cI brought something.\u201d<\/p>\n
She removed an old photograph protected by a transparent sleeve.<\/p>\n
I took it.<\/p>\n
My father stood beside a woman with dark hair.<\/p>\n
She was younger than I remembered him being during my childhood.<\/p>\n
The woman held a little girl.<\/p>\n
On the back, someone had written two names and a Christmas date.<\/p>\n
Rebecca.<\/p>\n
Claire.<\/p>\n
1998.<\/p>\n
I stared at the child.<\/p>\n
Three years old.<\/p>\n
The same age my wife would have been.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is a photograph.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat photograph?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father is in it with Rebecca and a little girl.\u201d<\/p>\n
The silence on the phone became absolute.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
I read the names.<\/p>\n
Claire began crying.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don't know that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy biological mother's name was Rebecca.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLots of people are named Rebecca.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn't let myself finish the thought.<\/p>\n
My mother reached for the photograph.<\/p>\n
I pulled it away.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Dad tell you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVery little at first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's not an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me that if you ever met Rebecca's daughter, I had to keep the two of you apart.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse hammered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn't explain.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI begged him to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother's eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said if Evan ever meets Claire, don't let him marry her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire heard every word.<\/p>\n
A small sound escaped her.<\/p>\n
I stood so quickly my chair scraped backward.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvan\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. You don't get to say something like that and then tell me you don't know why.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI truly didn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know Claire's name when we got engaged?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother's face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The betrayal hit instantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't know she was the same woman.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew her surname.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBennett is common.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHer birth year?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't know it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou met her parents at our wedding.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI had never met Rebecca.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother looked away.<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
She whispered, \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nearly dropped the phone.<\/p>\n
Claire spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvan?\u201d<\/p>\n
I forced myself to answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mom is coming back.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marlene's voice became audible.<\/p>\n
Then Claire said, \u201cShe found hospital papers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat hospital papers?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMine.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother rose again.<\/p>\n
Claire's voice shook as she read.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are two birth certificates.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne lists Daniel Bennett.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the other?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire began crying harder.<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael Carter.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father's name.<\/p>\n
The room lost all sense of proportion.<\/p>\n
My mother went white.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvan\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire tried to speak.<\/p>\n
I couldn't hear her over the blood pounding in my ears.<\/p>\n
If Michael Carter was Claire's biological father, then Claire was my half-sister.<\/p>\n
And Luca\u2014<\/p>\n
I looked toward the bassinet.<\/p>\n
The thought was unbearable.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom,\u201d I said, \u201ctell me that isn't true.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can't.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean you can't?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never knew what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew Dad might have another daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you watched me marry her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't know!\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice cracked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI met Claire years after Michael died. She had Marlene and Daniel. She had a normal family history. Daniel introduced her as his daughter. There was no reason for me to believe\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExcept her name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHer father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Dad's warning.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother covered her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cI convinced myself it was coincidence.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned away.<\/p>\n
For perhaps the first time in my life, I understood that adults could destroy other people's lives not only by acting, but by deciding that a frightening truth was easier left untouched.<\/p>\n
Claire spoke again.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarlene says the second certificate may not be legitimate.\u201d<\/p>\n
I returned to the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe says someone altered the records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother whispered, \u201cMichael.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father had connections at the county records office.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire heard.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would he change my birth certificate?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStop saying that!\u201d<\/p>\n
Luca woke at the sound of my voice.<\/p>\n
His cry cut through the room.<\/p>\n
Instantly I regretted shouting.<\/p>\n
I picked him up.<\/p>\n
His body was warm against my chest.<\/p>\n
I looked at his tiny face while my entire understanding of our family threatened to collapse.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm sorry,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
Claire heard me.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Luca okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe's fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was all that mattered for several seconds.<\/p>\n
Then Marlene finally took Claire's phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvan?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice was controlled but strained.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarlene, tell me what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can't tell you everything because I don't know everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed at the phrase.<\/p>\n
Apparently ignorance was our family's inheritance.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I can tell you Rebecca was Claire's biological mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe raised her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs he her biological father?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marlene hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe believed so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBelieved?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca had an affair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith my father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother began crying quietly.<\/p>\n
Marlene continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca and Michael were involved around the time Claire was conceived.\u201d<\/p>\n
My knees weakened.<\/p>\n
I sat while holding Luca.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid they do a paternity test?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never saw the original.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause by then everything had become a disaster.\u201d<\/p>\n
She explained only fragments.<\/p>\n
Rebecca had been married to Daniel.<\/p>\n
Michael believed Claire might be his.<\/p>\n
Daniel believed Claire was his.<\/p>\n
The adults fought over what should be written on legal documents and who had the right to know what.<\/p>\n
At some point records were changed.<\/p>\n
Years later, Rebecca died.<\/p>\n
The secrets remained.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is Daniel?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarlene is trying to reach him,\u201d Claire said after taking the phone again.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes he know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think he knows more than anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe does.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said that like you're certain.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Michael spoke to him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore your father died.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did they discuss?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe girl.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd me?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother's silence answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
She wiped her cheek.<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael made Daniel promise that if there was ever a possibility you and Claire met, Daniel would tell you the truth before things became serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
My grip tightened around the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel knew who I was when Claire introduced me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd he said nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire heard.<\/p>\n
Her voice went flat.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stopped crying.<\/p>\n
That frightened me.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire, talk to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI need a minute.\u201d<\/p>\n
The call ended.<\/p>\n
I immediately tried again.<\/p>\n
She didn't answer.<\/p>\n
I stood holding Luca while my mother watched me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly was Dad afraid of?\u201d<\/p>\n
She reached into her handbag again.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is more.\u201d<\/p>\n
She removed another photograph.<\/p>\n
This one showed a hospital room.<\/p>\n
Rebecca lay in bed holding a newborn.<\/p>\n
Daniel stood beside her.<\/p>\n
And behind the glass in the background stood my father.<\/p>\n
I checked the handwritten date.<\/p>\n
March 14, 1995.<\/p>\n
Claire's birthday.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was there.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca called him when she went into labor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe believed he might be the father.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat down again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened afterward?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel signed the original certificate.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he thought Claire was his?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why does another certificate list Dad?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother looked toward Luca.<\/p>\n
\u201cThree months after the birth, Rebecca told Michael that Daniel was probably Claire's biological father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe had been with both of them close together.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo nobody knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Dad do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe demanded certainty.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he get it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word hung between us.<\/p>\n
Before I could ask more, Claire called again.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
Her voice sounded distant.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom found a letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom Dad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMe.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does the envelope say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Paper moved near the phone.<\/p>\n
Claire read her own full name.<\/p>\n
Then her birth date.<\/p>\n
My mother began shaking her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d I demanded.<\/p>\n
She stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell her not to open it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I know that letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire heard her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does she know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother looked trapped.<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael wrote several letters before he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo Claire?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne to Claire. One to Daniel. One to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere's mine?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
Of course she didn't.<\/p>\n
Claire spoke again.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are words beneath my birth date.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat words?\u201d<\/p>\n
She hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice broke as she read them.<\/p>\n
The message said that if she was reading the letter, Evan had already married her.<\/p>\n
For several seconds I could not process what I'd heard.<\/p>\n
My father had died years before Claire and I met.<\/p>\n
He couldn't have known we would marry.<\/p>\n
Yet he had written as though our marriage were a possibility he had specifically feared.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow could he know?\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
My mother sat slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wasn't predicting your future.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen explain that sentence.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew the families might cross paths again. He knew you were close enough in age. He knew Daniel lived in the same state. He wrote the letter for the worst possibility.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire's breathing was uneven.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was the worst possibility?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother looked at Luca.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat you and Evan would find each other before anyone told you what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt cold from the inside out.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen tell us now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can't prove it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProve what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Before she could answer, another voice came through Claire's phone.<\/p>\n
A man's voice.<\/p>\n
Older.<\/p>\n
Unsteady.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire?\u201d<\/p>\n
She inhaled sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel Bennett had arrived.<\/p>\n
For several seconds nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
Then Claire asked the question that had become unavoidable.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know Michael Carter might be my biological father?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel did not answer quickly enough.<\/p>\n
Claire made a broken sound.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew there was a possibility.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you knew Evan was Michael's son.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore our wedding?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Claire's next words came slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did you let me marry him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel's voice cracked.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I knew something Michael never managed to tell Evan.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel heard me through the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvan?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm here.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a long silence.<\/p>\n
Then he said, \u201cThe birth certificate with Michael's name isn't proof that Claire is his daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. You don't.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat document was altered deliberately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he thought it would force a legal paternity test.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at my mother.<\/p>\n
She seemed to understand before I did.<\/p>\n
Daniel continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe test was eventually done.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire whispered, \u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel took a shaky breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cI've spent thirty-one years wishing none of this happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell us.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe test showed Michael Carter was not Claire's biological father.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room became utterly still.<\/p>\n
I looked at Luca.<\/p>\n
My knees almost failed beneath me.<\/p>\n
Claire began sobbing.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who was?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel's answer came quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was.\u201d<\/p>\n
Relief arrived so violently that it hurt.<\/p>\n
But it lasted only seconds.<\/p>\n
Because if Daniel had known the truth all these years, if my father had known it before his death, if a test had settled the question\u2014<\/p>\n
there was still one enormous mystery.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why,\u201d I asked, \u201cdid my father leave Claire a warning?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel did not answer.<\/p>\n
Instead, he said something that ensured none of us could walk away from the past yet.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause the paternity test wasn't the secret Michael was trying to protect you from.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a moment I thought I had misunderstood Claire. \u201cMarlene is your mother.\u201d \u201cShe raised me.\u201d I looked at my own mother. Her hand had gone to her mouth. \u201cClaire, … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6524,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6528","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\/6528","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=6528"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6528\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6548,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6528\/revisions\/6548"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/6524"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6528"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6528"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6528"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}