Mom\u2019s hands remained locked around the edge of the table.<\/p>\n
Nobody seemed interested in dinner anymore.<\/p>\n
Even Leo had stopped pretending to eat.<\/p>\n
I leaned toward him. \u201cHey.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you like to go sit with Grandpa for a few minutes?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad immediately pulled out the empty chair beside him.<\/p>\n
Leo hesitated, then carried his plate down the table. Dad settled him close and asked about the steak as if they were the only two people in the room.<\/p>\n
It was an ordinary kindness.<\/p>\n
That made it painful.<\/p>\n
My mother had spent an entire afternoon arranging seating so that simple moment would not happen.<\/p>\n
I turned back to her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen you said family expenses, what did you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
She released the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing specific.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t true.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re interrogating me over a figure of speech.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus stared down at his plate.<\/p>\n
I watched him.<\/p>\n
Whenever Mom answered, his face seemed to calculate whether she had said too much.<\/p>\n
Rachel noticed too.<\/p>\n
She folded the addendum and placed it beside her untouched dinner.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarcus,\u201d she said, \u201cdo you know what Sarah is talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
His answer came too fast.<\/p>\n
Mom said, \u201cOf course he doesn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
I reached for my handbag.<\/p>\n
Both of them looked at it.<\/p>\n
There.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
That shared flicker of fear.<\/p>\n
I stopped with my hand on the zipper.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know what\u2019s interesting?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus sighed. \u201cWhat now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNeither of you knows what I\u2019m talking about, but both of you keep looking at my bag.\u201d<\/p>\n
He leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m looking because you keep reaching into it like you have courtroom exhibits in there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel\u2019s eyes moved toward me.<\/p>\n
Dad heard that from farther down the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of exhibits?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRecords.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s voice sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis has nothing to do with tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou brought up family expenses.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI shouldn\u2019t have.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. You probably shouldn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
She pushed her chair back.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m done with this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s voice stopped her.<\/p>\n
\u201cSit down, Helen.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at him in disbelief.<\/p>\n
\u201cI will not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen stand. But answer Sarah.\u201d<\/p>\n
For forty years, my father had been the easiest person in our family to silence.<\/p>\n
He hated scenes.<\/p>\n
He disliked raised voices.<\/p>\n
He could endure almost anything if enduring it meant everyone eventually sat down for coffee and acted normal.<\/p>\n
But something had shifted in him tonight.<\/p>\n
Maybe it was retirement.<\/p>\n
Maybe it was seeing his grandson assigned a hot dog because of his last name.<\/p>\n
Maybe he was simply tired.<\/p>\n
Mom looked around the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is absurd.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened my handbag.<\/p>\n
Marcus stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShowing Dad something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are you concerned?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen sit.\u201d<\/p>\n
He remained standing.<\/p>\n
Rachel touched his sleeve.<\/p>\n
\u201cSit down.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pulled away from her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy is everybody ordering me around?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you keep acting like you\u2019re about to grab things out of people\u2019s hands.\u201d<\/p>\n
That shut him up.<\/p>\n
I removed the folder.<\/p>\n
It was ordinary brown cardboard with an elastic band around it.<\/p>\n
Nothing about it suggested nearly fifty thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
Dad saw the folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStatements from the account I opened after Mom\u2019s surgery.\u201d<\/p>\n
His forehead tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat account?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question froze me.<\/p>\n
Mom shut her eyes.<\/p>\n
Marcus whispered something I couldn\u2019t hear.<\/p>\n
I looked at Dad.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe medical account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat medical account?\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned toward Mom.<\/p>\n
She stared back at me.<\/p>\n
For three years, I had believed both my parents knew about it.<\/p>\n
That assumption had been so basic I had never thought to challenge it.<\/p>\n
After Mom\u2019s surgery, she told me the insurance deductibles and rehabilitation costs were putting pressure on them. I had offered help.<\/p>\n
She gave me an account number.<\/p>\n
I began depositing money.<\/p>\n
At first, I transferred small amounts.<\/p>\n
Then more.<\/p>\n
Dad had still been working, but his hours had dropped while he cared for her. I never wanted him to worry.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad,\u201d I said carefully, \u201cafter Mom\u2019s surgery, I started helping with the medical expenses.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked confused.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe didn\u2019t need help.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom interrupted.<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert.\u201d<\/p>\n
He ignored her.<\/p>\n
\u201cOur insurance covered most of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about rehabilitation?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCovered.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPrescriptions?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMostly covered.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe specialist?\u201d<\/p>\n
He frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat specialist?\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
Mom stood completely still.<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me Dad was worried about the out-of-network specialist.\u201d<\/p>\n
She said nothing.<\/p>\n
Dad asked, \u201cWhat specialist?\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened the folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom told me the bills were overwhelming.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey weren\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus muttered, \u201cThis is getting ridiculous.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel snapped toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop saying that every time someone finds something out.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pulled the first statement from the folder.<\/p>\n
Three years earlier.<\/p>\n
The earliest deposits were mine.<\/p>\n
Five hundred dollars.<\/p>\n
Seven hundred.<\/p>\n
A thousand.<\/p>\n
Withdrawals followed.<\/p>\n
Some looked normal.<\/p>\n
Pharmacy.<\/p>\n
Physical therapy.<\/p>\n
Medical supply company.<\/p>\n
Then the pattern changed.<\/p>\n
Department stores.<\/p>\n
Furniture.<\/p>\n
Airfare.<\/p>\n
Restaurants.<\/p>\n
Cash withdrawals.<\/p>\n
I had noticed them months ago.<\/p>\n
At first I assumed Mom was moving money between accounts.<\/p>\n
Then I totaled everything.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you think the money was for?\u201d Dad asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom\u2019s recovery.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom finally spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd some of it was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI had expenses.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat expenses?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her mouth tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was sick, Sarah. You have no idea what those months were like.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI visited you three times a week.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t mean you understood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. It means I was there.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked away.<\/p>\n
I opened another statement.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad, did you buy a new bedroom set eight months after the surgery?\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom said, \u201cThat wasn\u2019t for us.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Marcus.<\/p>\n
He looked down.<\/p>\n
Rachel saw it.<\/p>\n
Her face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarcus?\u201d<\/p>\n
He said nothing.<\/p>\n
I checked the entry.<\/p>\n
The furniture store charge had bothered me because it was more than three thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
I had never seen anything new at my parents\u2019 house.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas the furniture yours?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel whispered.<\/p>\n
Marcus rubbed his jaw.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe needed a bed.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was around the time we redid the guest room.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me your mother bought that furniture.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward Mom.<\/p>\n
Mom said, \u201cI did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith Sarah\u2019s money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not a fair way to describe it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow would you describe it?\u201d<\/p>\n
She crossed her arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cMoney came into an account I controlled. I used it where the family needed it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe family.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was that word again.<\/p>\n
Dad looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
\u201cNearly fifty thousand dollars passed through the account.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s face went blank.<\/p>\n
Rachel whispered, \u201cFifty?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat includes legitimate expenses,\u201d Mom said quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI do.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had spent nights sorting them.<\/p>\n
I separated the medical charges from everything else.<\/p>\n
The actual medical expenses were less than a quarter of the withdrawals.<\/p>\n
The rest had gone somewhere else.<\/p>\n
I removed another page.<\/p>\n
\u201cAirfare to Florida.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom stiffened.<\/p>\n
Dad frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe never went to Florida.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel slowly turned toward Marcus.<\/p>\n
He closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
She stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was our trip.\u201d<\/p>\n
He said nothing.<\/p>\n
The silence answered her.<\/p>\n
Rachel pushed her chair back so abruptly it struck the wall.<\/p>\n
\u201cOur anniversary trip?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t the whole trip.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus muttered, \u201cFlights.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me you used points.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI used some points.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHotel nights.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face had gone pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let your sister pay for our anniversary flights while she thought she was paying your mother\u2019s medical bills?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t ask Sarah.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. You asked your mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom interrupted.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t ask. I offered.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel turned toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat does not make it better.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was my account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Mom looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was an account I funded because you told me you needed help recovering from surgery.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never signed a contract promising how every dollar would be spent.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sentence changed the room.<\/p>\n
Until then, part of me had still been searching for an innocent explanation.<\/p>\n
Transfers between accounts.<\/p>\n
Reimbursements.<\/p>\n
Misunderstood charges.<\/p>\n
Something messy but forgivable.<\/p>\n
Instead, my mother had just given me a legal defense.<\/p>\n
People reach for legal defenses when moral defenses have failed.<\/p>\n
Dad seemed to understand the same thing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou lied to her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI did not lie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told our daughter we couldn\u2019t afford your medical care.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe had bills.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe always had bills.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were missing work.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI used vacation days.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was scared.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you took her money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe offered.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor medical care.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom raised her voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was the one recovering!\u201d<\/p>\n
A few relatives at the far end shifted uncomfortably.<\/p>\n
Nobody left.<\/p>\n
Dad spoke quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Marcus?\u201d<\/p>\n
She said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did his Florida trip have to do with your recovery?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was struggling.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel looked at her husband.<\/p>\n
\u201cWith what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus stared at the table.<\/p>\n
Mom answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cMoney.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel laughed once.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe both work.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t that simple.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat wasn\u2019t?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus finally spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cI had some debt.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat debt?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward Mom as though hoping she might answer for him.<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat debt?\u201d Rachel repeated.<\/p>\n
\u201cCards.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have one Visa and one Mastercard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOther cards.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her expression went completely still.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many?\u201d<\/p>\n
He rubbed his forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cThree.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThree additional credit cards?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRachel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked around the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is not something I\u2019m discussing here.\u201d<\/p>\n
She pointed toward the addendum.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou put our Visa on an eight-thousand-dollar dinner without telling me. Your sister just showed me that her medical money paid for our anniversary trip. I am discussing it here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus stood again.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need some air.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel blocked his path.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cMove.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad rose from beside Leo.<\/p>\n
I immediately said, \u201cDad.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t want the evening turning physical.<\/p>\n
Neither did he.<\/p>\n
Rachel lowered her voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much debt?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus\u2019s eyes shifted.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout twenty.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThousand.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel stared.<\/p>\n
Then she laughed.<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t amusement.<\/p>\n
It sounded like disbelief escaping.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty thousand dollars?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOriginally.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome got paid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith Sarah\u2019s money?\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
I looked at Mom.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much of the account went to Marcus?\u201d<\/p>\n
She said nothing.<\/p>\n
I took out the spreadsheet I had made.<\/p>\n
The categorized expenses.<\/p>\n
Medical.<\/p>\n
Household.<\/p>\n
Cash.<\/p>\n
Travel.<\/p>\n
Unknown.<\/p>\n
Transfers.<\/p>\n
One category had bothered me most.<\/p>\n
Payments to credit-card companies I didn\u2019t recognize.<\/p>\n
I had assumed they belonged to Mom.<\/p>\n
Now I understood.<\/p>\n
I slid the page toward Marcus.<\/p>\n
\u201cThese are yours?\u201d<\/p>\n
His face drained.<\/p>\n
Rachel leaned over the table.<\/p>\n
Her eyes moved down the numbers.<\/p>\n
Four payments.<\/p>\n
Then six.<\/p>\n
Then more.<\/p>\n
She totaled them silently.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my God.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus put both hands on the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cI paid Mom back for some.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom said, \u201cMarcus.\u201d<\/p>\n
Too late again.<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe paid you back?\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at him with fury.<\/p>\n
That changed things.<\/p>\n
If he paid her back, where had the repayment gone?<\/p>\n
Not into the medical account.<\/p>\n
I knew every deposit.<\/p>\n
There had only been mine.<\/p>\n
Dad asked the same question.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is that money?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s shoulders lowered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe money Marcus repaid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t repay all of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou remember enough to say it wasn\u2019t all.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward me.<\/p>\n
I could see her searching for some version of the story that might still work.<\/p>\n
I closed the folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m closing the account tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s head snapped up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo more deposits. No more access.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t do that.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words came out before she could stop them.<\/p>\n
I leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
She stopped.<\/p>\n
Dad watched her.<\/p>\n
Marcus watched her.<\/p>\n
Rachel did too.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s voice weakened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are commitments.\u201d<\/p>\n
A cold feeling moved through me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat commitments?\u201d<\/p>\n
She glanced at Marcus.<\/p>\n
He looked genuinely frightened now.<\/p>\n
I opened the folder again.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
She wouldn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you use that account as proof of income?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes widened.<\/p>\n
I had guessed.<\/p>\n
The expression confirmed it.<\/p>\n
Dad whispered, \u201cHelen.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt my pulse in my throat.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you guarantee something with my deposits?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what commitments?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward Marcus.<\/p>\n
He shook his head once.<\/p>\n
A warning.<\/p>\n
She ignored him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe helped him with the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cOur house?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus stood absolutely still.<\/p>\n
Mom closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe refinance.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat refinance?\u201d<\/p>\n
And Marcus\u2019s silence told us that whatever had happened to nearly fifty thousand dollars was not finished.<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s hands remained locked around the edge of the table. Nobody seemed interested in dinner anymore. Even Leo had stopped pretending to eat. I leaned toward him. \u201cHey.\u201d He looked … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":12539,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12544","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-feel-every-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12544","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=12544"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12544\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12579,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12544\/revisions\/12579"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/12539"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12544"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12544"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12544"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}