\u201cWhere is Andrew?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca\u2019s voice broke slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou just said Caleb found him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLily says he did. She doesn\u2019t know where.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Caleb meet him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA few weeks before he was hospitalized.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
That meant while I was driving him to therapy, organizing medications, and begging specialists for hope, Caleb had been conducting an investigation into his father\u2019s past.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did he even find him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOnline records, apparently. Old property filings. Professional licenses.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like Caleb.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca was silent.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else did Lily say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe says there\u2019s a recording.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat recording?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCaleb recorded his conversation with Andrew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe doesn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
Another secret hidden inside another secret.<\/p>\n
I looked at the cardboard box on Margaret\u2019s bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe hard drive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel left a hard drive. Caleb may have copied things onto it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hung up after promising to call back.<\/p>\n
Margaret watched me from the doorway.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCaleb found Andrew.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face drained of color.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I picked up the hard drive.<\/p>\n
Margaret found an old laptop in the kitchen.<\/p>\n
It took several minutes to start.<\/p>\n
The hard drive contained years of archived tax files and photographs.<\/p>\n
Then I found a folder created six weeks before Caleb died.<\/p>\n
C.<\/p>\n
Inside were audio files.<\/p>\n
My hands began shaking.<\/p>\n
One was labeled:<\/p>\n
ANDREW – 03 APRIL.<\/p>\n
I clicked it.<\/p>\n
Static.<\/p>\n
Then Caleb\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs it okay if I record this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another man answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb gave a short laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt least you\u2019re honest.\u201d<\/p>\n
The man\u2019s voice was rough, older than I expected.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re Daniel\u2019s boy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look like him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo everyone says.\u201d<\/p>\n
A chair scraped.<\/p>\n
Then Andrew spoke again.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you came for an apology, you drove a long way for nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrew laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat family always wants truth after everybody who could use it is dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt Margaret stiffen beside me.<\/p>\n
Caleb\u2019s recorded voice remained calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cLily Reed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then Andrew said, \u201cWhat about her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs she your daughter?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
Longer.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret inhaled sharply.<\/p>\n
Caleb did not react.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sure.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Daniel and I had her tested.\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned closer to the laptop.<\/p>\n
Caleb asked, \u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen she was seven.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWithout Rebecca knowing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHair sample.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
Andrew continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel couldn\u2019t stand uncertainty. Neither could I.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the test said?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat I was her father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you have the report?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel took it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he wanted the problem buried.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart started pounding harder.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat problem?\u201d Caleb asked.<\/p>\n
Andrew gave a humorless laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cMe.\u201d<\/p>\n
The recording crackled.<\/p>\n
Then Andrew said, \u201cYour father spent his life cleaning up messes by deciding which version of the truth other people deserved.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence cut deeply because it sounded true.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened at the fertility clinic?\u201d Caleb asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey used my sample.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot Daniel\u2019s?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did everyone think it was his?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA labeling error.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cConvenient.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think I arranged it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what I think.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrew sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael asked me first because I was his brother. I agreed. Then I panicked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Rebecca was my sister-in-law.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou weren\u2019t sleeping with her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat didn\u2019t matter.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice roughened.<\/p>\n
\u201cBiology has weight, kid. People pretend it doesn\u2019t until it lands on them.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about Michael.<\/p>\n
A man who chose donor conception, then could not survive emotionally inside the choice he had made.<\/p>\n
Andrew continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI withdrew consent. Michael got angry. Daniel offered instead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo how did your sample get used?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expect me to believe that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I expect you to believe the clinic was badly run.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid they admit the mistake?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPrivately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not officially?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLiability.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand tightened around the edge of the table.<\/p>\n
This explained Daniel\u2019s destroyed papers.<\/p>\n
Maybe.<\/p>\n
Caleb asked, \u201cWhen did Michael learn?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA few days before he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel told him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I glanced at Margaret.<\/p>\n
Her hand covered her mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Daniel had gotten the private DNA test back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeven years after Lily was born?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did they wait seven years?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrew\u2019s answer came quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere were earlier doubts.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat doubts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBlood type. Resemblance. Things people obsess over.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why test at seven?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I came back.\u201d<\/p>\n
The recording went quiet except for a faint hum.<\/p>\n
Caleb asked, \u201cFrom where?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArizona.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou disappeared before Michael died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Daniel made sure I understood I wasn\u2019t welcome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrew did not answer immediately.<\/p>\n
Caleb pressed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did my father do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe threatened me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy job. My reputation. A fraud investigation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWere you committing fraud?\u201d<\/p>\n
A short laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s your father talking.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never heard him talk about you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s even more like him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrew took a breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cI made bad financial decisions. Nothing criminal. Daniel knew how to make paperwork look uglier than it was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo he threatened to expose you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I wanted contact with Lily.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAs her biological father?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Michael know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb\u2019s voice hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were going to walk into a child\u2019s life and tell her the man raising her wasn\u2019t her biological father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted to know her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn\u2019t my question.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Even dying, Caleb had known where to push.<\/p>\n
Andrew finally said, \u201cI was selfish.\u201d<\/p>\n
The admission changed his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought biology gave me rights.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat changed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you left.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cConvenient.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sound like Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes at the pain of hearing my son speak to a man who had known his father before I did.<\/p>\n
Then Caleb asked the question that mattered.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid my father cause Michael\u2019s crash?\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrew answered immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret whispered beside me.<\/p>\n
The recording continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe made plenty of mistakes,\u201d Andrew said. \u201cBut that crash was Michael\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca says Dad followed him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd waited before calling.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like responsibility.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is responsibility. It isn\u2019t causation.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb said nothing.<\/p>\n
Andrew continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father spent twenty years punishing himself because guilt was easier than admitting he couldn\u2019t control Michael.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence felt aimed directly at me too.<\/p>\n
I had spent months trying to control Caleb\u2019s disease.<\/p>\n
As though love could be measured by how completely we refused helplessness.<\/p>\n
Caleb asked, \u201cWhy did Dad support Lily if he knew she was yours?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Michael died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t make her Dad\u2019s responsibility.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another long silence.<\/p>\n
When Andrew answered, his voice had changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he promised Michael.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse jumped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat promise?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat Lily would never know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKnow what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAny of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would Michael want that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause by the end, Michael didn\u2019t care whose DNA she had.\u201d<\/p>\n
The contradiction surprised me.<\/p>\n
Andrew explained.<\/p>\n
After years of jealousy, Michael had apparently changed.<\/p>\n
Not completely.<\/p>\n
But enough.<\/p>\n
He had realized that his obsession with biology was destroying his marriage.<\/p>\n
He had begun therapy.<\/p>\n
Stopped drinking for almost a year.<\/p>\n
Then Andrew returned and destabilized everything again.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe night Michael died,\u201d Andrew said, \u201che wasn\u2019t going to expose Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb\u2019s voice sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca said he threatened to tell my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did. But not about Lily being Daniel\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrew exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was going to tell her Daniel carried the neurological marker.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room around me vanished.<\/p>\n
Margaret grabbed the back of a chair.<\/p>\n
Caleb\u2019s recorded voice went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat marker?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe fertility screening.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did Michael know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe kept copies.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would he threaten Dad with that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Daniel told him you two were trying for a baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
My lungs stopped working.<\/p>\n
Caleb said nothing for several seconds.<\/p>\n
Then, very softly, \u201cMy parents were trying to conceive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore Michael died?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mind raced backward.<\/p>\n
Daniel and I had started trying for a child around that time.<\/p>\n
I remembered buying pregnancy tests.<\/p>\n
Remembered Daniel saying we had no reason to worry.<\/p>\n
Remembered becoming pregnant with Caleb the following year.<\/p>\n
Andrew continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael told Daniel you had a right to know about the marker.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb\u2019s voice tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad didn\u2019t tell her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause the genetic counselor told him the significance was uncertain. Daniel decided uncertainty wasn\u2019t worth frightening your mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt suddenly sick.<\/p>\n
Caleb asked, \u201cThat wasn\u2019t his decision.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrew sounded tired.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut it was the kind of decision Daniel made.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pressed my hand against my mouth.<\/p>\n
Caleb had learned this before he died.<\/p>\n
My nineteen-year-old son had discovered that his father knew about the genetic risk before conceiving him.<\/p>\n
He had carried that knowledge while his own body failed.<\/p>\n
The recording continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Michael drink because of the fight?\u201d Caleb asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe drank because he was Michael.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Dad wasn\u2019t responsible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot the way he thought.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why hide everything?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShame.\u201d<\/p>\n
That single word held twenty years.<\/p>\n
Caleb asked, \u201cWhere\u2019s the DNA report proving Lily is yours?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you. Daniel took it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI searched his files.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen he destroyed it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you take another test?\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrew laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI spent eighteen years staying away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Lily spent eighteen years believing something false.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe doesn\u2019t know I exist.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe does now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb said, \u201cI told her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret and I looked at each other.<\/p>\n
Andrew\u2019s chair scraped sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had no right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s ironic.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t understand what you\u2019ve done.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen help me understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m done.\u201d<\/p>\n
Footsteps.<\/p>\n
Then Caleb said, \u201cI\u2019m dying.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everything stopped.<\/p>\n
The recording went silent for several seconds.<\/p>\n
Andrew\u2019s voice returned, different now.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have a progressive neurological disease. My doctors don\u2019t think I have much time.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrew sat again.<\/p>\n
I could hear it.<\/p>\n
Caleb continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not here because I enjoy digging through old scandals. Lily needs a heart. I may become an organ donor. Our families are already connected in ways nobody understands.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrew said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need facts,\u201d Caleb said. \u201cNot guilt. Not shame. Facts.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then came the question I had been waiting for.<\/p>\n
\u201cWill you do the DNA test?\u201d<\/p>\n
A long pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The recording ended twelve minutes later.<\/p>\n
Most of the rest concerned logistics.<\/p>\n
Caleb mailed a kit.<\/p>\n
Andrew completed it.<\/p>\n
But there was no result in the folder.<\/p>\n
I clicked the next file.<\/p>\n
It was shorter.<\/p>\n
Caleb alone.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, if you\u2019re hearing this, I\u2019m guessing you found Dad\u2019s drive.\u201d<\/p>\n
My breath caught.<\/p>\n
Margaret began crying quietly.<\/p>\n
Caleb continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t put this in the letter because I wasn\u2019t sure what would happen with the test.\u201d<\/p>\n
A rustle of paper.<\/p>\n
\u201cAndrew\u2019s result came back today.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gripped the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is not Lily\u2019s biological father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret whispered, \u201cOh, God.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb\u2019s voice sounded tired.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo either the old test Andrew remembers was wrong, or someone lied to him about the result.\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cI ordered another comparison using Dad\u2019s stored medical sample.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart stopped.<\/p>\n
Daniel had banked tissue during treatment after his stroke.<\/p>\n
I remembered signing storage forms.<\/p>\n
Caleb had found it.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe lab accepted it with Grandma\u2019s authorization,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
Margaret covered her face.<\/p>\n
I turned toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou helped him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me it was medical.\u201d<\/p>\n
The recording continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat test came back with a probability consistent with father and daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes closed.<\/p>\n
Daniel was Lily\u2019s biological father.<\/p>\n
Caleb had proven it.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut that creates a bigger problem,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
I opened my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause according to the clinic records, Dad\u2019s specimen was marked unsuitable and should never have been used.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went silent.<\/p>\n
Then Caleb said the sentence that changed the mystery again.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo somebody switched the samples on purpose.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is Andrew?\u201d Rebecca\u2019s voice broke slightly. \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d \u201cYou just said Caleb found him.\u201d \u201cLily says he did. She doesn\u2019t know where.\u201d \u201cDid Caleb meet him?\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d \u201cWhen?\u201d … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":7724,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7731","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\/7731","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=7731"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7731\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7751,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7731\/revisions\/7751"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/7724"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7731"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7731"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7731"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}