Robert kept staring at the photograph as if the paper itself might accuse him.<\/p>\n
I turned it over again. My mother\u2019s warning was still there in blue ink, four words pressing harder each time I read them.<\/p>\n
HE KNOWS EVERYTHING, ELENA.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is he?\u201d I asked again.<\/p>\n
Robert drew a slow breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cHis name is Victor Hale.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel repeated it quietly, already reaching for his phone.<\/p>\n
Robert noticed. \u201cYou won\u2019t find much.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat usually means I\u2019ll find something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe keeps himself out of things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat things?\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert looked at me. \u201cCompanies. Lawsuits. Property records. Anything that leaves a clean trail.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lucas moved away from the window. \u201cYou know him personally?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert hesitated.<\/p>\n
Marisol laughed once. \u201cWe\u2019re back to this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI met him through Elena\u2019s father.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse jumped.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father?\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe and Victor did business together years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of business?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never knew the full structure.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were married to me for fifteen years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd your father still didn\u2019t tell me everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat never stopped you from pretending you knew everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert accepted that without argument.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe and Victor bought commercial properties. Small developments at first. Storage facilities. Retail spaces. Later they started putting money into distressed hotels and office buildings.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked up from his phone. \u201cJoint ownership?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPartnerships?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFormal partnership?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot always.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s convenient.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour grandfather liked private arrangements.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cMy father liked records.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe liked records when he trusted the other person.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of the metal box upstairs. Every document labeled. Every receipt retained.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat changed?\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert leaned his forearms on his knees.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know exactly. But at some point, your father stopped trusting Victor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeveral years before he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe thought money was missing.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went still.<\/p>\n
Daniel asked, \u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert shook his head. \u201cNo one knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat makes no sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt does if the assets were scattered.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cScattered where?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDifferent companies. Different properties. Different accounts.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel glanced at me.<\/p>\n
The hidden fortune.<\/p>\n
The altered trust.<\/p>\n
The properties in my name.<\/p>\n
I could see the pieces arranging themselves in his mind exactly as they were in mine.<\/p>\n
Robert continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father started moving ownership interests out of the businesses he shared with Victor. Quietly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInto Mom\u2019s name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInto mine?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWithout telling me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe thought that if you didn\u2019t know, you couldn\u2019t accidentally reveal anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is the most insulting explanation I\u2019ve ever heard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt may also have kept you safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom Victor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the photograph.<\/p>\n
Victor Hale appeared to be in his late forties when it was taken. Thick dark hair. Pale shirt. One hand resting casually at his side. He was not smiling, but there was something confident in the way he faced the camera, as though he expected photographs to become evidence of his presence rather than memories of an occasion.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen was this taken?\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert studied the picture.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout ten years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father\u2019s old office building.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat building was sold.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert\u2019s eyes met mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel stopped typing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter your grandfather died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho authorized the sale?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told me she liquidated Dad\u2019s business interests.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe did. At least the ones you knew about.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt anger rise again.<\/p>\n
Everyone seemed to know pieces of my parents\u2019 lives except me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy was I the only person excluded?\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert looked toward the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause your mother believed Victor suspected that your father had transferred money to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut he hadn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot directly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel spoke. \u201cThrough the trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd through entities where Elena was listed without knowing it.\u201d<\/p>\n
The statement was so outrageous that under different circumstances I might have dismissed it as nonsense.<\/p>\n
Instead, everything I had seen that morning made it plausible.<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s phone buzzed.<\/p>\n
He looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI found Victor.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert\u2019s head lifted.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you there wouldn\u2019t be much.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel turned the screen toward me.<\/p>\n
A business profile showed an older man with silver hair and the same hard, direct gaze as the photograph.<\/p>\n
Victor Hale.<\/p>\n
Founder and managing partner of Hale Meridian Group.<\/p>\n
The company description was bland enough to mean almost anything: private investment, asset recovery, redevelopment, advisory services.<\/p>\n
Daniel scrolled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s connected to dozens of limited companies.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cSeveral of them bought distressed properties around the same years Grandpa was selling assets.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne of them owns a building two blocks from my office.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel zoomed in on the address.<\/p>\n
\u201cI walk past it every day.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich building?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel read the address.<\/p>\n
Robert swore under his breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat company is one of his.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said that already.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I mean one of Victor\u2019s private holding companies. One he actually uses.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at me.<\/p>\n
Robert continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe keeps offices there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen the people who know where Daniel works may not have had to investigate very hard.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marisol sat forward. \u201cAre you saying this man has been watching us?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou just said\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said he could.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not better.\u201d<\/p>\n
My phone rang again.<\/p>\n
Every head turned.<\/p>\n
Another unknown number.<\/p>\n
Robert whispered, \u201cDon\u2019t answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cElena Carter?\u201d<\/p>\n
The voice was different this time.<\/p>\n
A woman.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy name is Ruth Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know me,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo I\u2019m learning.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI worked for your father.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood so quickly my chair scraped the floor.<\/p>\n
Robert\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
I raised a hand.<\/p>\n
The woman continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard Victor has started making contact again.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did you get my number?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother gave it to me years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told me to use it only if Victor came after the trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Another secret.<\/p>\n
Another person carrying instructions from my dead parents.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know he has?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause someone accessed an archive yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat archive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDocuments your father placed with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel moved closer.<\/p>\n
I put the phone on speaker.<\/p>\n
Ruth continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father believed certain records had been altered. He asked me to preserve copies.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s voice sharpened. \u201cMs. Mercer, what kind of records?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCorporate ownership. Trust amendments. Transfers.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert whispered, \u201cJesus.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth heard him.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Robert there?\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen do not show him anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert recoiled as though slapped.<\/p>\n
\u201cRuth, you don\u2019t understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand more than you ever did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know what Margaret told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother.<\/p>\n
Robert went pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat you were useful when frightened and dangerous when desperate.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody moved.<\/p>\n
Robert looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t fair.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cElena, listen carefully. Your father created duplicate records because he suspected Victor would eventually alter the trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did alter it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then Ruth asked, \u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone wrote Robert\u2019s name into the beneficiary list.\u201d<\/p>\n
She inhaled sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not let that document leave your possession.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt won\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd do not trust the version filed with the county.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel frowned. \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Victor had access to the attorney who handled the amendments.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat attorney?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMartin Keene.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel typed the name.<\/p>\n
Robert said, \u201cKeene\u2019s dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Ruth replied. \u201cThree years.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the old picture again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas he working for Victor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe believed so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father and I.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t Dad tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause by then he believed Victor had someone close to the family feeding him information.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes moved around the room.<\/p>\n
Robert.<\/p>\n
My children.<\/p>\n
The photographs on the wall.<\/p>\n
The life I thought I understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe never proved it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert gave a bitter laugh. \u201cConvenient.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth ignored him.<\/p>\n
\u201cElena, the important thing is this: the trust was designed to prevent Victor from consolidating control of your parents\u2019 assets.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel asked, \u201cWhat exactly is inside the trust?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth was silent for several seconds.<\/p>\n
\u201cMore than your mother ever admitted.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much more?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know the current value.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was it then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApproximately twelve million.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marisol covered her mouth.<\/p>\n
Lucas whispered, \u201cOh, come on.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gripped the edge of the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwelve?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the time your father reorganized it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd my mother told Robert six.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe may have been referring only to the liquid portion.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert stared at the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell Elena after Margaret died?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Margaret left instructions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat instructions?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth\u2019s answer came directly to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said you were not to know until Victor revealed himself.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt something almost like fury.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m tired of dead people deciding what I\u2019m allowed to know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth\u2019s voice softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have every right to be.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I have a right to answers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen give me one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAsk.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Victor Hale the man threatening my children?\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs he behind Robert\u2019s lenders?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs he trying to take my house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI believe the house is only leverage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo force the trust open.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel stepped closer to the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Elena voluntarily signs certain transfer documents, Victor can argue that she acknowledged the amended trust structure.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe deed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert stared at me.<\/p>\n
Ruth continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf he gets the original deed and your signature on the right documents, he may not need to prove the forged amendment is valid. He only needs enough paperwork to create confusion and move assets before anyone stops him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel swore under his breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s why they need Mom\u2019s cooperation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cForty-eight hours,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Ruth went silent.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey gave me forty-eight hours.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you have less time than I thought.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cRuth, where are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need those duplicate records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cElena needs them. You do not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m trying to fix this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou helped create it.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know what I did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know you forged her signature.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert froze.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
He whispered, \u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Margaret warned me you might.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words landed harder than anything else that morning.<\/p>\n
Robert looked at me, shaken.<\/p>\n
I could not look away.<\/p>\n
My mother had predicted this.<\/p>\n
Not vaguely.<\/p>\n
Not symbolically.<\/p>\n
She had believed Robert might someday use my name.<\/p>\n
That meant whatever had happened between them before her death had been far more serious than Robert admitted.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Ruth understood immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Robert had already signed your name once before.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert surged toward the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was different.\u201d<\/p>\n
I backed away.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cElena\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou forged my signature before?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t like this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked trapped.<\/p>\n
Daniel stepped between us.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnswer her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert breathed through his nose.<\/p>\n
\u201cSeven years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOn what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA property authorization.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat property?\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not answer.<\/p>\n
I felt something inside me go cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe hotel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat hotel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one I told you was in your name.\u201d<\/p>\n
My knees weakened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou signed my name seven years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Mom found out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s why she stopped trusting you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert\u2019s face collapsed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the photograph again.<\/p>\n
Victor.<\/p>\n
My father.<\/p>\n
My mother.<\/p>\n
Robert.<\/p>\n
Four people connected to a structure hidden beneath my entire adult life.<\/p>\n
Ruth spoke through the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cElena, there\u2019s something else.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere always is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father kept one original ledger.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat ledger?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA handwritten record of every transfer he made away from Victor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said he gave you documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCopies. Not the ledger.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho has it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen where is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is what Victor has been trying to find for years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert stared at the blue folder.<\/p>\n
My heart began to pound.<\/p>\n
Ruth continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf the ledger still exists, it can prove which assets belong to the trust and which transfers Victor falsified.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s voice was quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if Victor gets it first?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe destroys the cleanest record your father ever made.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the staircase.<\/p>\n
The metal box.<\/p>\n
The house.<\/p>\n
Every drawer and wall and forgotten corner my parents had once touched.<\/p>\n
A thought occurred to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cRuth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father\u2019s letter said the house documents mattered only if Robert came asking.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would he connect Robert asking for the deed with Victor looking for the ledger?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then Ruth said something that changed everything again.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause your father believed he hid the ledger inside the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert kept staring at the photograph as if the paper itself might accuse him. I turned it over again. My mother\u2019s warning was still there in blue ink, four words … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8110,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8115","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\/8115","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=8115"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8115\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8155,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8115\/revisions\/8155"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8110"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8115"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8115"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8115"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}