My father opened the door before I knocked.<\/p>\n
He looked smaller than he had the previous Christmas.<\/p>\n
Not frail.<\/p>\n
Just reduced in the subtle way grief and age sometimes reshape a person without permission.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome in.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped inside.<\/p>\n
His house still smelled like cedar furniture polish and coffee.<\/p>\n
My mother's blue ceramic bowl remained on the entry table, filled with keys she would never need.<\/p>\n
I noticed it every time.<\/p>\n
Tonight it hurt.<\/p>\n
Dad led me into the kitchen.<\/p>\n
\u201cI made tea.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou hate tea.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou like it.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was my father.<\/p>\n
Emotion disguised as logistics.<\/p>\n
I sat.<\/p>\n
He poured.<\/p>\n
Neither of us touched the cups.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you find?\u201d he asked again.<\/p>\n
I removed the photocopy from my purse.<\/p>\n
His face changed before I laid it flat.<\/p>\n
Recognition.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom wrote this.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word hit with more force than I expected.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSince she wrote it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, you don't.\u201d<\/p>\n
My voice rose.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't know what I've spent the last six years believing.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou believed Gavin took the money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNineteen thousand dollars went somewhere else.\u201d<\/p>\n
His hands tightened around the tea cup.<\/p>\n
I saw the answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my God.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNora\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let me believe he spent all of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did move all of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't play with language.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face folded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn't trying to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen tell me what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
He breathed slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother found out before you did.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe saw one of Gavin's statements.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe left paperwork at our house after dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout a month before he filed.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered the dinner.<\/p>\n
My parents had hosted us.<\/p>\n
Gavin spent half the evening checking his phone.<\/p>\n
Brenda had probably been on the other end.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Mom see?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA transfer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich one?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cForty thousand.\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe confronted him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe called me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she didn't know what she was looking at.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father had worked thirty-seven years as an accountant.<\/p>\n
Of course she called him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI traced what I could.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I realized money was moving through several accounts.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me some of this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot all.\u201d<\/p>\n
I folded my arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cClearly.\u201d<\/p>\n
He closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother panicked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was thirty-five, Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did everyone behave as if I were a child?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe weren't trying to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou hid financial information about my marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe were trying to protect you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence angered me more than anything else he had said.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom losing everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
Dad pushed his untouched tea aside.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe house was protected. Your retirement was protected. But the liquid savings were vulnerable, and we didn't know how much debt Gavin had accumulated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe had debt?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMore than you knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNearly two hundred thousand.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't possible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was mostly business liability and personal guarantees.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn't I see it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it wasn't all directly in his name.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
My body needed movement.<\/p>\n
I crossed to the sink, then back.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Mom opened an account?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe account already existed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked at the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cMine.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cGulf National?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou banked at Southern Coast.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did. The Gulf National account was old.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI used it for consulting work years before.\u201d<\/p>\n
I heard my voice become quieter.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo nineteen thousand dollars from our savings landed in your account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother told Gavin to move it.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room seemed to tilt.<\/p>\n
I gripped the back of a chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would he listen to her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn't know it was my account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she tell him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat she knew about the transfers.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe threatened him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked miserable.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told him she had proof that some of the money had been used outside the marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor Brenda.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told him if he moved nineteen thousand into an account she designated, she wouldn't give you the evidence immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like blackmail.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy nineteen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause that was roughly what remained from the portion she could still track.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe thought if Gavin knew you had evidence, he'd start moving everything else before you could protect yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was bargaining with him behind my back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you let her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at my mother's note.<\/p>\n
Please move the balance before Nora finds out.<\/p>\n
The sentence suddenly meant something entirely different.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn't want me to know because\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was buying time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor me to help you protect the house documentation and your retirement accounts.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut those were already protected.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLegally, yes. Practically, we wanted copies of everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered Dad asking innocuous questions then.<\/p>\n
Do you still have the closing documents?<\/p>\n
Where are your retirement statements?<\/p>\n
Is your name on the investment account?<\/p>\n
I had thought he sensed trouble.<\/p>\n
He had already known.<\/p>\n
My eyes burned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou lied to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI withheld things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is a polished accountant's word for lying.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
No defense.<\/p>\n
That made it harder.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to the nineteen thousand?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI kept it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou kept my money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor twelve days.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI moved nine thousand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo where?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo an account in your name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never had a Gulf National account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot Gulf National.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA brokerage account.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat brokerage account?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked directly at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one your mother opened for you when you were eighteen.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't have one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI would know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should have.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words were heavy.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought she told you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently nobody told me anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad winced.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
He stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWait.\u201d<\/p>\n
He left the kitchen.<\/p>\n
I heard a closet open down the hall.<\/p>\n
When he returned, he carried an old accordion folder.<\/p>\n
My name was written across the front in black marker.<\/p>\n
He placed it on the table.<\/p>\n
I did not touch it.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much is in there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot nineteen thousand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't what I asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe account?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAs of last quarter, approximately one hundred and forty-six thousand.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not possible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt grew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom nine thousand?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot only nine.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else went into it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother had been putting money there for years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSmall amounts at first. Birthday money. Gifts from your grandparents. Later, some of her own savings.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wanted you to have something that belonged only to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was married.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was exactly why.\u201d<\/p>\n
The anger returned.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn't trust Gavin.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently she didn't trust me either.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't fair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIsn't it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad's voice sharpened for the first time.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe watched you stop being yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
I froze.<\/p>\n
He continued before I could interrupt.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think we didn't notice?\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes were wet now.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stopped laughing at dinner. You checked your phone every time Gavin was late and pretended you weren't checking. You stopped talking about work because he always found some way to make your achievements sound small.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou want the truth. Then take all of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat motionless.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother was terrified you would stay with him forever.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked away.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe shouldn't have interfered.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're right.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer disarmed me.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew she was wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why do it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause parents can make terrible decisions while believing they're protecting their children.\u201d<\/p>\n
He rubbed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told her to stop.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter the transfer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe nineteen thousand?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to the other ten?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad opened the accordion file.<\/p>\n
He removed a statement.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere.\u201d<\/p>\n
A transfer.<\/p>\n
Ten thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
Destination: Harbor Children's Advocacy Center.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother donated it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn your name.\u201d<\/p>\n
My anger sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe donated ten thousand dollars of money that belonged to me without asking?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said she couldn't return it directly without exposing what she'd done.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn't make it hers to give away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad's voice softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you had told her once that if you ever had extra money, you'd help children who didn't have somewhere safe to go.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the document.<\/p>\n
Harbor Children's Advocacy Center.<\/p>\n
The name tugged at something.<\/p>\n
Years later, during the early planning for Harbor Hope, I had visited that center.<\/p>\n
A caseworker there had introduced me to the realities of emergency family displacement.<\/p>\n
That meeting eventually shaped the first apartment program.<\/p>\n
I sat back.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Mom know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKnow what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat I later worked with them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot until Harbor Hope began.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you never told me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why didn't you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause by then your mother was sick.\u201d<\/p>\n
The kitchen went silent.<\/p>\n
Mom had died from pancreatic cancer eleven months after diagnosis.<\/p>\n
During those months, every conversation became smaller.<\/p>\n
Treatment.<\/p>\n
Appointments.<\/p>\n
Food.<\/p>\n
Sleep.<\/p>\n
Pain.<\/p>\n
Nobody wanted to disturb what time remained.<\/p>\n
Dad touched the folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe made me promise not to tell you while she was alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe thought you'd forgive her because she was dying.\u201d<\/p>\n
I swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd she didn't want that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad smiled sadly.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wanted you to be angry if you were angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sounded exactly like my mother.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said dying shouldn't become permission.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes filled.<\/p>\n
I looked down.<\/p>\n
For several minutes, neither of us spoke.<\/p>\n
Then another question surfaced.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did nine thousand go into the brokerage account?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wanted it protected.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the other ten donated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Gavin transferred nineteen into your account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen Mom split it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the note?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wrote it because Gavin was delaying.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe kept it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would he keep evidence against himself?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Neither did I.<\/p>\n
That question bothered me.<\/p>\n
Gavin could be careless.<\/p>\n
Arrogant.<\/p>\n
Self-justifying.<\/p>\n
But he was not stupid.<\/p>\n
Why preserve a handwritten note connected to questionable money movement?<\/p>\n
I opened the accordion folder.<\/p>\n
Statements went back years.<\/p>\n
My mother's handwriting appeared in the margins.<\/p>\n
Interest.<\/p>\n
Deposits.<\/p>\n
Balances.<\/p>\n
At the back was a sealed envelope.<\/p>\n
Nora.<\/p>\n
My name.<\/p>\n
This time in Mom's handwriting.<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
Dad looked surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't know that was there.\u201d<\/p>\n
I touched the envelope.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did she write it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
The seal was intact.<\/p>\n
I hesitated.<\/p>\n
Six years earlier, I had written a letter Gavin never received.<\/p>\n
Now my dead mother had apparently left me one I never knew existed.<\/p>\n
I opened it.<\/p>\n
The first line made my stomach drop.<\/p>\n
Nora, if you're reading this, then either your father finally ignored me, or the money has become a problem again.<\/p>\n
I looked at Dad.<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI swear I never read it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I believed him.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
Her letter was not long.<\/p>\n
She confessed everything Dad had told me.<\/p>\n
She admitted manipulating Gavin.<\/p>\n
Moving money.<\/p>\n
Donating money that wasn't hers.<\/p>\n
Hiding the brokerage account.<\/p>\n
Then came the part Dad did not know.<\/p>\n
There was another account.<\/p>\n
Not his.<\/p>\n
Not mine.<\/p>\n
Not Gavin's.<\/p>\n
Not Brenda's.<\/p>\n
An account controlled by someone who had been helping Gavin restructure company debt.<\/p>\n
My mother had discovered it while tracing the transfers.<\/p>\n
She wrote one name.<\/p>\n
Marcus Vale.<\/p>\n
I had never heard it before.<\/p>\n
But Gavin had.<\/p>\n
Because when I called him from my father's kitchen and said the name, he went completely silent.<\/p>\n
Then he said, \u201cNora, don't talk to anyone about this until I get there.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at my father.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
His face had gone pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cGavin?\u201d<\/p>\n
I pressed the phone to my ear.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is Marcus Vale?\u201d<\/p>\n
Gavin exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy former business partner.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice changed.<\/p>\n
The shame I had heard in my office was gone.<\/p>\n
Now he sounded frightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe's the man I blamed for nearly bankrupting the company.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gripped the letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe died four years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
But Gavin wasn't finished.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd before he died, Marcus claimed I had stolen money from him.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father opened the door before I knocked. He looked smaller than he had the previous Christmas. Not frail. Just reduced in the subtle way grief and age sometimes reshape … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3803,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3809","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\/3809","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=3809"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3809\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3844,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3809\/revisions\/3844"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/3803"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3809"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3809"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3809"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}