Dad\u2019s transfer to Wren Advisory was exactly $20,000.<\/p>\n
Not $19,500.<\/p>\n
Not some odd reimbursement.<\/p>\n
A round number.<\/p>\n
Intentional.<\/p>\n
Samuel emailed the bank record while we were still on the phone.<\/p>\n
The memo line contained only two words:<\/p>\n
FOR TOM.<\/p>\n
I read them twice.<\/p>\n
Thomas Bennett had been dead nineteen years.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Dad mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d Samuel said.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he owe Thomas something else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing in the estate books.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould this be tied to Diane\u2019s withdrawn claim?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know Walter was sending money to Wren?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
That bothered Samuel.<\/p>\n
I could hear it.<\/p>\n
For all Dad\u2019s compartmentalization, Samuel had believed the final estate period was transparent.<\/p>\n
Apparently nobody had escaped Walter Hail\u2019s private filing system completely.<\/p>\n
I called Diane.<\/p>\n
She answered carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cClare?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad sent twenty thousand to Wren five weeks before he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
She gasped.<\/p>\n
That reaction sounded genuine.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe memo says \u2018For Tom.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then Diane began crying.<\/p>\n
Not the anxious crying I had heard when Wren was exposed.<\/p>\n
This sounded different.<\/p>\n
Old grief.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Tom died, there was something Walter promised me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot me. Him.\u201d<\/p>\n
She took a breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cTom wanted Mark to have his tools.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed from confusion.<\/p>\n
\u201cTools?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot regular tools.\u201d<\/p>\n
She explained.<\/p>\n
Thomas had owned a collection of antique machinist and construction tools.<\/p>\n
Some belonged to his father.<\/p>\n
A few were valuable.<\/p>\n
Most mattered because of family history.<\/p>\n
After Thomas died, Diane could not bear to sort them.<\/p>\n
Dad offered to store them at one of his warehouses.<\/p>\n
Mark was grieving and traveling constantly.<\/p>\n
Years passed.<\/p>\n
The tools disappeared into Walter\u2019s storage inventory.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad lost them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would that involve twenty thousand dollars?\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane continued.<\/p>\n
Several years earlier, she asked Walter about them.<\/p>\n
Dad admitted that during a warehouse liquidation, the collection had been sold accidentally with other equipment.<\/p>\n
He promised to compensate Mark.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much were they worth?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWalter guessed fifteen or twenty thousand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Mark know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Another secret intended to protect him from pain.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Dad promise?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat before he died, he would make it right.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel joined our call.<\/p>\n
He asked Diane whether Walter had ever paid.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why Wren?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maybe Dad discovered Wren and assumed it belonged to Diane.<\/p>\n
Maybe he saw it as a private family account.<\/p>\n
Maybe he wanted to keep the promise without involving Mark.<\/p>\n
Again, even his restitution followed the old pattern.<\/p>\n
Quietly fix the balance.<\/p>\n
Avoid the conversation.<\/p>\n
Except Dad had supposedly learned better by then.<\/p>\n
That contradiction bothered me.<\/p>\n
Martin traced the payment.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s twenty thousand entered Wren.<\/p>\n
It stayed there.<\/p>\n
Unlike the forty thousand loan transfer, Dad\u2019s money had not been forwarded to Diane.<\/p>\n
It remained in the company account.<\/p>\n
The current Wren balance was just over $23,000.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho controls the account?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cMelissa and Diane are both authorized signers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHas either touched Dad\u2019s twenty?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was something.<\/p>\n
We arranged a meeting.<\/p>\n
This time, everyone brought attorneys before anyone brought explanations.<\/p>\n
Diane arrived carrying another box.<\/p>\n
Inside were Thomas\u2019s old records.<\/p>\n
Photographs.<\/p>\n
Receipts.<\/p>\n
A handwritten inventory of the missing tool collection.<\/p>\n
Mark picked up a photograph.<\/p>\n
I watched his face change.<\/p>\n
A young Mark stood beside Thomas in a garage.<\/p>\n
He couldn\u2019t have been more than sixteen.<\/p>\n
They were holding a long wooden carpenter\u2019s level.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy grandfather\u2019s,\u201d Mark said quietly.<\/p>\n
Diane nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad told me it was lost after he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane began crying again.<\/p>\n
\u201cI lied.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI said I couldn't find it because Walter asked me not to tell you what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said he\u2019d replace the value.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark laughed once.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t replace that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane looked ashamed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark put the photograph down.<\/p>\n
He did not explode.<\/p>\n
Months earlier, he might have.<\/p>\n
Instead, he walked to the window.<\/p>\n
I saw his shoulders rise and fall.<\/p>\n
Then he asked, \u201cDid Walter know what it meant to Dad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd he still sold it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy accident.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t make it less gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice remained quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was the twenty thousand supposed to do?\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane whispered, \u201cI think it was his apology.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo a shell company?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody answered.<\/p>\n
Then Melissa spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe he knew what Wren was.\u201d<\/p>\n
We looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
Melissa opened her laptop.<\/p>\n
She had spent the previous night searching old emails after learning about Dad\u2019s payment.<\/p>\n
One message appeared.<\/p>\n
Sent from Walter Hail to the accountant who helped create Wren.<\/p>\n
Subject:<\/p>\n
BENNETT FAMILY FUNDS.<\/p>\n
The email was dated six weeks before Dad\u2019s death.<\/p>\n
Dad wrote that he had discovered Wren during his review of Mark\u2019s financial activity.<\/p>\n
He wanted confirmation that the entity contained funds originating from Thomas Bennett\u2019s old cash savings.<\/p>\n
The accountant responded cautiously.<\/p>\n
Then Dad asked whether he could contribute money without creating an ownership interest.<\/p>\n
The answer was yes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was Dad doing?\u201d Mark asked.<\/p>\n
Melissa scrolled.<\/p>\n
A second email answered.<\/p>\n
Walter wrote:<\/p>\n
I owe Tom\u2019s family for property of his that was sold while in my custody. Twenty thousand is reasonable compensation. I do not want the payment confused with Clare\u2019s estate or Mark\u2019s inheritance arrangement.<\/p>\n
I stared at the sentence.<\/p>\n
Dad had separated it.<\/p>\n
This wasn\u2019t a hidden gift.<\/p>\n
It was restitution.<\/p>\n
But there was still one problem.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not tell Mark?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody knew.<\/p>\n
Then a later email appeared.<\/p>\n
Dad to the accountant:<\/p>\n
After funds arrive, provide Diane with confirmation and tell her to disclose it to Mark. I am done carrying other people\u2019s conversations.<\/p>\n
I sat back.<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Dad had learned.<\/p>\n
He made the payment.<\/p>\n
Then instructed Diane to tell the truth.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did you get confirmation?\u201d Rebecca asked.<\/p>\n
Diane looked stricken.<\/p>\n
\u201cFour weeks before Walter died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t tell Mark.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
Dad had handed the conversation back.<\/p>\n
Diane had dropped it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
His mother looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you and Walter were already fighting. The contract. The trust. I thought telling you he had sold your father\u2019s things would make everything worse.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you protected me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane began crying.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sat across from her.<\/p>\n
For a long moment, he said nothing.<\/p>\n
Then, surprisingly, he reached across the table.<\/p>\n
He took her hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I need to say it properly.\u201d<\/p>\n
He waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cI decided you couldn't handle the truth because I didn't want to handle your reaction.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark looked at me.<\/p>\n
The words mirrored his own confession almost exactly.<\/p>\n
Diane continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told myself I was protecting your memory of your father. Really, I was protecting myself from your anger.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark squeezed her hand once.<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not asking forgiveness.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled sadly.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently none of us gets to skip the uncomfortable part anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane laughed through tears.<\/p>\n
The question then became what to do with Wren.<\/p>\n
Rebecca and the other attorneys agreed the cleanest route was to unwind the entity transparently.<\/p>\n
Diane\u2019s original cash had tax consequences that needed correction.<\/p>\n
The thirty-six thousand transferred from my fraudulent loan had to be returned toward restitution.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s twenty thousand belonged morally, and likely legally, to the Bennett family as compensation for Thomas\u2019s lost property.<\/p>\n
But because Wren had become contaminated by the loan transfer, everything required documentation.<\/p>\n
It took six weeks.<\/p>\n
During that time, Mark did something I had not expected.<\/p>\n
He asked for the twenty thousand to go to Diane.<\/p>\n
Not himself.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was Dad\u2019s collection,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father wanted me to have the tools.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Dad\u2019s payment was meant for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom lived with Dad\u2019s mess after he died. She handled the garage. The rehab. The debts. Everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t automatically make it hers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
Good correction.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what are you asking?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m asking if everyone involved agrees, including the lawyers, whether the compensation can go to Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I want it to.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a simplicity to that answer I appreciated.<\/p>\n
No claim of obligation.<\/p>\n
No grand rescue.<\/p>\n
Just preference.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat will she do with it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you asked?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe do that first.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cRight.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane refused the full amount.<\/p>\n
She wanted half.<\/p>\n
The other half she wanted divided between Natalie and Eric.<\/p>\n
Mark asked them.<\/p>\n
Natalie agreed only if it went into the properly restored education trust.<\/p>\n
Eric said the same.<\/p>\n
So the twenty thousand was divided.<\/p>\n
Ten to Diane.<\/p>\n
Ten to the children\u2019s trust.<\/p>\n
The transaction was legal.<\/p>\n
Documented.<\/p>\n
Taxed appropriately.<\/p>\n
Everyone signed.<\/p>\n
Everyone knew.<\/p>\n
It might have been the most boring financial event our family had ever completed.<\/p>\n
I found that deeply satisfying.<\/p>\n
Then Mark did something else.<\/p>\n
He searched online for the missing antique tools.<\/p>\n
Not to replace them exactly.<\/p>\n
That was impossible.<\/p>\n
But he found the same model of carpenter\u2019s level shown in the photograph of him and Thomas.<\/p>\n
Same manufacturer.<\/p>\n
Same era.<\/p>\n
He bought it with his own money.<\/p>\n
Then he brought it to his next therapy session.<\/p>\n
I learned this because he told me afterward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did your therapist say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat buying a replacement might be another attempt to solve grief with an object.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas he right?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you return it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause sometimes I\u2019m allowed to buy something that makes me feel better.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is true.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m learning nuance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDangerous.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled.<\/p>\n
Then he became serious.<\/p>\n
\u201cI put it on my wall.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't give it to anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEven better.\u201d<\/p>\n
Life continued.<\/p>\n
Winter softened.<\/p>\n
The legal separation crossed nine months.<\/p>\n
Mark never asked about the one-year date again.<\/p>\n
I noticed.<\/p>\n
The clinic became profitable faster than projected.<\/p>\n
Samuel approved a distribution allowing me to hire a business manager.<\/p>\n
I nearly refused because the cost felt excessive.<\/p>\n
Then I realized I was repeating Dad\u2019s habit of trying to control every operational detail.<\/p>\n
So I hired one.<\/p>\n
She was better at the job than I was.<\/p>\n
That was humbling.<\/p>\n
And wonderful.<\/p>\n
Natalie completed her first Boston residency week.<\/p>\n
She sent pictures of the Charles River and complained about wind.<\/p>\n
Eric began dating someone named Maya and refused to provide meaningful details.<\/p>\n
I respected his privacy with heroic restraint.<\/p>\n
Melissa\u2019s legal exposure from Wren resolved through amended tax filings, penalties, and cooperation.<\/p>\n
No additional criminal charge resulted from the transfer after the full facts were reviewed, though her role complicated her financial future.<\/p>\n
She accepted it.<\/p>\n
No dramatic rescue.<\/p>\n
No secret payment.<\/p>\n
She worked.<\/p>\n
Paid.<\/p>\n
Moved forward.<\/p>\n
Then one evening, Mark called.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I ask you something?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you still have my small black notebook?\u201d<\/p>\n
The one from his nightstand.<\/p>\n
I had forgotten it was in my locked file drawer.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I have it back?\u201d<\/p>\n
I hesitated.<\/p>\n
It contained his personal entries.<\/p>\n
His resentment.<\/p>\n
His private thoughts.<\/p>\n
I had taken it while looking for truth.<\/p>\n
At the time, that felt justified.<\/p>\n
Now?<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sounded relieved.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The next day, he came to the clinic.<\/p>\n
I handed him the notebook in the parking lot.<\/p>\n
He looked at it.<\/p>\n
Then at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you read all of it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMost.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
No accusation.<\/p>\n
Still, guilt moved through me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI shouldn\u2019t have taken it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were trying to figure out whether I\u2019d hidden anything else.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t make everything okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I took a breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI violated your privacy.\u201d<\/p>\n
A strange smile touched his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cCareful. You\u2019re ruining the story where I\u2019m the only one who learns things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis isn\u2019t equal.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour crimes don\u2019t become smaller because I read your notebook.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I still did something wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
It felt uncomfortable.<\/p>\n
That was probably why it mattered.<\/p>\n
Then he tucked the notebook under his arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wrote something new in it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not reading it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn't offering.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cProgress.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned toward his car.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cActually.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI do want to tell you one thing I wrote.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
He said, \u201cI spent most of my life believing love meant making myself necessary.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt my throat tighten.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m trying to learn whether someone can love me when they don\u2019t need me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him for a long time.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's harder.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWorth learning.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI hope so.\u201d<\/p>\n
He left.<\/p>\n
That night, I sat alone on my back porch.<\/p>\n
The air was cold but no longer brutal.<\/p>\n
Spring was somewhere underneath it.<\/p>\n
I thought about Dad.<\/p>\n
About Mark.<\/p>\n
About Diane.<\/p>\n
About Melissa.<\/p>\n
About myself.<\/p>\n
Our family had confused love with rescue.<\/p>\n
Protection with silence.<\/p>\n
Usefulness with worth.<\/p>\n
Money had not caused any of it.<\/p>\n
Money simply gave those beliefs somewhere concrete to go.<\/p>\n
Then my phone buzzed.<\/p>\n
A text from Natalie.<\/p>\n
She had found something while helping Diane organize Thomas\u2019s old papers.<\/p>\n
A photograph.<\/p>\n
Not of Thomas.<\/p>\n
Of Dad and Mark.<\/p>\n
Taken eleven years earlier.<\/p>\n
The day Mark declined the Texas promotion.<\/p>\n
On the back, in Dad\u2019s handwriting, were six words:<\/p>\n
He stayed. I hope she knows why.<\/p>\n
I stared at the message.<\/p>\n
Dad had wanted me to know.<\/p>\n
At least part of him had.<\/p>\n
Maybe he had intended to tell me someday.<\/p>\n
Maybe someday had become years.<\/p>\n
Then never.<\/p>\n
The tragedy of secrets was not always that people meant to keep them forever.<\/p>\n
Sometimes they simply kept waiting for a better moment.<\/p>\n
Until time made the decision for them.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s transfer to Wren Advisory was exactly $20,000. Not $19,500. Not some odd reimbursement. A round number. Intentional. Samuel emailed the bank record while we were still on the phone. … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2352,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2370","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\/2370","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=2370"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2370\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2405,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2370\/revisions\/2405"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2352"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2370"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2370"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2370"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}