Adam did not show fear easily.<\/p>\n
Luna had learned that much in one week.<\/p>\n
He joked when uncomfortable, argued when cornered, and became quieter rather than louder when genuinely angry.<\/p>\n
But when he showed her the photograph of his mother, the color had disappeared from his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cCall her,\u201d Luna said.<\/p>\n
He already was.<\/p>\n
Carol answered on the third ring.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam closed his eyes briefly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInside?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLock the doors.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cAdam.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luna moved toward her phone.<\/p>\n
Adam covered the microphone.<\/p>\n
\u201cGet someone there.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
Within minutes, a local private security firm retained by Luna\u2019s attorney had dispatched a car toward Carol\u2019s neighborhood. This time Adam did not argue.<\/p>\n
He returned to the call.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, somebody may have been watching the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol\u2019s voice changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes this have something to do with your marriage?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luna looked toward him.<\/p>\n
It was the first time he had given his mother an unqualified piece of the truth.<\/p>\n
Carol breathed slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat aren\u2019t you telling me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA lot.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAdam.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI promise I\u2019ll explain. I need you to trust me tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
His mother was silent for several seconds.<\/p>\n
Then she said, \u201cAll right.\u201d<\/p>\n
The trust in those two words hurt him visibly.<\/p>\n
After the call, Adam placed the phone on the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cFind the missing report.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luna did not argue.<\/p>\n
They went into her home office.<\/p>\n
Unlike the rest of the penthouse, this room actually looked inhabited. Documents covered part of the desk. Two shelves held legal books and old company binders. A framed photograph showed Luna in her twenties standing between her father and Derek at what appeared to be a company gala.<\/p>\n
Adam stopped before it.<\/p>\n
Derek looked younger, thinner, almost boyish.<\/p>\n
Luna\u2019s father, Victor Sterling, had one hand on each child\u2019s shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas that before things went bad?\u201d<\/p>\n
Luna followed his gaze.<\/p>\n
\u201cThings were always complicated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is executive language for yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She sat at the desk and opened her laptop.<\/p>\n
Adam remained by the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look happy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was twenty-four.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn\u2019t the question.\u201d<\/p>\n
She typed her password.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was a good night.\u201d<\/p>\n
He left it there.<\/p>\n
Luna accessed her attorney\u2019s secure archive. The modified background report remained, but the server\u2019s automatic backup system had preserved partial previous versions.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you restore them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know how?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know enough to be dangerous.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat describes most of your personality.\u201d<\/p>\n
She glanced at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want help or not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m providing morale.\u201d<\/p>\n
They found three older file snapshots.<\/p>\n
Two were corrupted.<\/p>\n
The third opened.<\/p>\n
Adam moved behind Luna\u2019s chair.<\/p>\n
The report looked nearly identical to the version he had seen Monday morning: debt, employment history, family records, education, public filings.<\/p>\n
Then Luna scrolled to page fourteen.<\/p>\n
She stopped.<\/p>\n
Adam read over her shoulder.<\/p>\n
SUBJECT FAMILY ASSOCIATIONS.<\/p>\n
A name appeared halfway down the page.<\/p>\n
Daniel Bennett.<\/p>\n
Adam\u2019s father.<\/p>\n
Beneath it was a corporate record from twenty-seven years earlier.<\/p>\n
Sterling Strategic Development.<\/p>\n
Adam frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Luna did not answer.<\/p>\n
He looked at her profile.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
She scrolled farther.<\/p>\n
Daniel Bennett had worked for a Sterling subsidiary for four years before Adam was born.<\/p>\n
His title: Senior Financial Analyst.<\/p>\n
Adam stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy dad never worked for your family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe record says he did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe worked in banking.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLater.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. He told me his first real job was at a regional bank in Houston.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luna looked again at the dates.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt may have been before that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would this be removed?\u201d<\/p>\n
Luna scrolled.<\/p>\n
A second reference appeared.<\/p>\n
Victor Sterling.<\/p>\n
The report noted that Daniel Bennett had been listed as a supporting witness in a sealed civil dispute involving Victor and two former business partners.<\/p>\n
Adam straightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father knew your father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luna\u2019s hands went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow well?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father had thousands of employees over his career.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmployees don\u2019t usually become witnesses in sealed disputes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam pulled out his phone.<\/p>\n
He called his mother.<\/p>\n
Carol answered immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe security car is almost there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWonderful. I always wanted men in black jackets outside the hydrangeas.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Dad ever work for Sterling Strategic Development?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Adam\u2019s entire body tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did you hear that name?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at Luna.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo he did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did he never tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was a long time ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol did not respond.<\/p>\n
Adam began pacing.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad knew Victor Sterling.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word landed heavily.<\/p>\n
Luna stood.<\/p>\n
Adam put the phone on speaker.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol\u2019s voice sounded smaller now.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father worked for Victor when both of them were young. Before Sterling became what it is now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of work?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFinancial planning. Acquisitions. I don\u2019t know all the details.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did he leave?\u201d<\/p>\n
This time Carol took so long that Adam checked the screen to make sure the call had not dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was a dispute.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat dispute?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAdam, this is not something I want to explain on the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomebody photographed you today because of this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luna watched him carefully.<\/p>\n
Carol inhaled sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe person threatening us told me to ask Luna what was removed from my background report. The removed page says Dad was involved in a case with Victor Sterling.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, God.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luna stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Bennett, this is Luna.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything you can tell us may help keep you safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol\u2019s voice cooled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sound like your father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luna froze.<\/p>\n
Adam looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luna\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe came to our house once.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam stopped breathing normally.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were little.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow little?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree, maybe four.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would Victor Sterling come to our house in Texas?\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol started to answer, then stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father had documents Victor wanted.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luna sat slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat documents?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never saw them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Daniel give them to him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause they argued about it in our kitchen.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam pictured the modest brick house, his father younger, Victor Sterling standing where family photographs now hung.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened afterward?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor left. Your father packed the documents into a metal case and drove away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe never told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd after that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA few weeks later, Daniel took the bank job. We moved. He never spoke about Sterling again.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luna looked shaken in a way Adam had never seen.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Bennett, do you know what the dispute involved?\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol lowered her voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father accused Victor of moving money through companies that did not really exist.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luna closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
Adam stared at her.<\/p>\n
Shell companies.<\/p>\n
Financial irregularities.<\/p>\n
Priya\u2019s letter suddenly looked different.<\/p>\n
Adam returned to his mother.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy was the case sealed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Dad testify?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think he was supposed to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSupposed to?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol\u2019s voice cracked slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause someone broke into our house two nights before the hearing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam stopped pacing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were asleep. Your father and I were downstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luna slowly stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey didn\u2019t take jewelry. They didn\u2019t take money. They searched his office.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid they find them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Daniel moved them before that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam pressed his fingers against his forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did you never tell me any of this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause your father made me promise.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
The pain in her voice silenced him.<\/p>\n
Carol continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted that life buried. He said Victor had too much power and Derek was becoming more like him every year.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luna looked sharply toward the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cDerek was a teenager.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow could Daniel know anything about him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDerek found out about the documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luna\u2019s face went pale.<\/p>\n
Carol continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe came to the house too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam stared at the speaker.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYears later. You were in college.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t remember that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe same thing his father wanted.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam thought of Derek at the family dinner, smiling across a glass of whiskey.<\/p>\n
I know about the debts.<\/p>\n
He suddenly understood that Derek\u2019s interest in him might not have begun with the marriage.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, where are those documents now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said Dad moved them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe never told me where.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThink.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have thought about it for twenty years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam looked toward Luna\u2019s office shelves.<\/p>\n
Something in Carol\u2019s voice changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was one thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter your father died, I found a key.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam\u2019s pulse quickened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of key?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSmall. Brass. It was inside his old watch box.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam instinctively touched his wrist.<\/p>\n
His father\u2019s battered watch.<\/p>\n
The one he had packed into his cardboard box.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you still have it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
His hand stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI gave it to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the funeral.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou gave me Dad\u2019s watch.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe key was with it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI put it inside the box.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam turned toward the guest room.<\/p>\n
His possessions were still mostly unpacked.<\/p>\n
He ended the call only after security arrived at Carol\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
Then he and Luna moved quickly down the hallway.<\/p>\n
Adam pulled his cardboard box from the closet floor and emptied its contents onto the bed.<\/p>\n
Books.<\/p>\n
Photographs.<\/p>\n
A shaving kit.<\/p>\n
Two mugs.<\/p>\n
No watch box.<\/p>\n
His stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cI packed it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luna opened the suitcase.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was here.\u201d<\/p>\n
They searched everything twice.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Adam stood beside the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarcus.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luna looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe helped me move.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam called him.<\/p>\n
Marcus answered after several rings.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease tell me you\u2019re no longer being investigated for corporate espionage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you see a wooden watch box when you helped me pack?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSmall. Dark wood. My dad\u2019s initials scratched underneath.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam\u2019s heart jumped.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou saw it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI put it in the cardboard box.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, I definitely packed it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid anyone else touch the box?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot that I saw.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
Then Marcus said, \u201cWait.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the building.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat building?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLuna\u2019s place. When we unloaded.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never came upstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly. The concierge made me leave the box at the desk because my name wasn\u2019t on the access list.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam looked at Luna.<\/p>\n
She was already grabbing her phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe concierge brought it up later,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas the box sealed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
They went downstairs.<\/p>\n
The night concierge checked the system.<\/p>\n
The move-in log showed Adam\u2019s cardboard box arriving at 7:06 p.m.<\/p>\n
It was delivered upstairs at 7:22.<\/p>\n
Between those times, lobby surveillance showed three staff members near it.<\/p>\n
And one visitor.<\/p>\n
Adam leaned toward the security screen.<\/p>\n
A man in a dark coat stood at the desk speaking to the concierge.<\/p>\n
Baseball cap.<\/p>\n
Same build as the man who had met Priya.<\/p>\n
Graham Vale.<\/p>\n
He remained there for four minutes.<\/p>\n
The box disappeared briefly outside the camera angle when an employee moved it behind the desk.<\/p>\n
When it returned, the lid sat slightly crooked.<\/p>\n
Adam felt sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe took the watch box.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe,\u201d Luna said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he knew about the key.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow would he know?\u201d<\/p>\n
She did not answer.<\/p>\n
He already knew.<\/p>\n
The original background report.<\/p>\n
His father.<\/p>\n
Victor Sterling.<\/p>\n
Whatever had happened decades earlier.<\/p>\n
Someone had not manipulated Luna into choosing a random desperate employee.<\/p>\n
They had steered her toward Daniel Bennett\u2019s son.<\/p>\n
Luna\u2019s phone rang.<\/p>\n
Unknown number.<\/p>\n
She answered.<\/p>\n
No voice came through.<\/p>\n
Only static.<\/p>\n
Then a man spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cMs. Sterling.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luna put the call on speaker.<\/p>\n
Adam recognized no voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have something that belongs to us,\u201d the man said.<\/p>\n
Luna\u2019s expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
A faint laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cAsk your husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n
The voice paused.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
\u201cThe documents your father hid.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam looked at Luna.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t have them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou will.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have the key.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam\u2019s heart stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
The man laughed again.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
The line went dead.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, neither Adam nor Luna spoke.<\/p>\n
Then Luna looked at the frozen surveillance image of Graham Vale beside Adam\u2019s moving box.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey have the key,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
Adam stared at the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why are they calling us?\u201d<\/p>\n
Luna\u2019s eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n
Because the answer had arrived at the same moment for both of them.<\/p>\n
The key alone was useless.<\/p>\n
Whatever Daniel Bennett had hidden required something else.<\/p>\n
Something Graham Vale believed Adam still possessed.<\/p>\n
Adam did not show fear easily. Luna had learned that much in one week. He joked when uncomfortable, argued when cornered, and became quieter rather than louder when genuinely angry. … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6565,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6573","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\/6573","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=6573"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6573\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6603,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6573\/revisions\/6603"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/6565"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6573"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6573"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6573"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}