Thomas Bell\u2019s daughter lived forty minutes outside Gulfport.<\/p>\n
Her name was Claire.<\/p>\n
Detective Vega contacted her before anyone else could.<\/p>\n
By late afternoon, she agreed to meet.<\/p>\n
Not at her home.<\/p>\n
At the police station.<\/p>\n
That decision alone told me she had inherited some of her father's caution.<\/p>\n
Claire was thirty-two, with cropped brown hair and the guarded expression of someone who had spent the previous hour being told that her dead father might have filed financial documents after his death.<\/p>\n
She looked at Gavin first.<\/p>\n
Recognition hardened her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Albright.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou came to the funeral.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stayed twelve minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gavin looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't know what to say.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was obvious.\u201d<\/p>\n
I watched him accept the criticism without defending himself.<\/p>\n
Another small change.<\/p>\n
Claire looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're Nora.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father mentioned you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot often.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't what I asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout a month before he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gavin leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire ignored him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said if anyone named Hayes ever contacted me about an old trust, I should listen.\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Vega sat across from her.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he explain why?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he leave records?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gavin exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at him coldly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're not getting them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father spent years terrified that your company would blame him for everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never blamed Thomas.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou fired him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe resigned.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter you told him he had failed you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gavin stopped.<\/p>\n
Claire continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe came home that night and sat in the garage for three hours.\u201d<\/p>\n
I watched guilt move across Gavin\u2019s face.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't apologize to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're right.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire seemed almost irritated by his lack of resistance.<\/p>\n
Detective Vega redirected.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat records did Thomas leave?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA sealed envelope.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNora Hayes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
Another letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you have it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire reached into her bag.<\/p>\n
The envelope was thick.<\/p>\n
My name appeared on the front in handwriting I did not recognize.<\/p>\n
She handed it to Detective Vega first.<\/p>\n
The detective photographed it, documented the seal, then passed it to me.<\/p>\n
I opened it.<\/p>\n
Inside were seventeen pages.<\/p>\n
The first was handwritten.<\/p>\n
Nora,<\/p>\n
If this reaches you, I have either lost my nerve or run out of time.<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
Ethan touched my wrist.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
Thomas wrote that he had known about Daniel Reeves for years.<\/p>\n
Not everything.<\/p>\n
Enough.<\/p>\n
He had signed restructuring documents Gavin placed in front of him.<\/p>\n
Some were legitimate.<\/p>\n
Others were later altered.<\/p>\n
He discovered the alterations only after Marcus was forced out.<\/p>\n
Gavin stared at the table as I read aloud.<\/p>\n
Thomas had wanted to tell him.<\/p>\n
But by then the lawsuit had begun.<\/p>\n
Daniel warned Thomas that any confession would make him appear responsible.<\/p>\n
Thomas had a mortgage.<\/p>\n
A daughter in college.<\/p>\n
A wife with chronic illness.<\/p>\n
He stayed silent.<\/p>\n
Claire wiped her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was ashamed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody contradicted her.<\/p>\n
The next page contained copies of emails.<\/p>\n
Daniel to Thomas.<\/p>\n
Thomas to Marcus.<\/p>\n
Marcus to Brenda.<\/p>\n
A triangle of frightened people trying to communicate around Gavin without trusting one another enough to sit in the same room.<\/p>\n
Then came the trust appointment.<\/p>\n
Thomas had submitted it.<\/p>\n
Before his death.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe filing date was later,\u201d Detective Vega said.<\/p>\n
I checked the document.<\/p>\n
Thomas explained.<\/p>\n
He had sent the authorization to Crestmont with instructions that it be processed only after his death.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d Ethan asked.<\/p>\n
I read further.<\/p>\n
Because I do not trust Daniel to leave the trust alone while I am alive.<\/p>\n
Thomas believed Daniel was monitoring him.<\/p>\n
He also believed Daniel knew Marcus had transferred responsibility for the Mercy trust.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo Thomas,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Gavin looked stunned.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarcus named Thomas?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Thomas had access to the company records and knew the old structures.\u201d<\/p>\n
Celia had joined us by video.<\/p>\n
She closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarcus never told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe probably thought he was protecting you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She gave a sad laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently that disease was contagious.\u201d<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
Thomas had become successor trustee after Marcus.<\/p>\n
But he never touched the money.<\/p>\n
He simply protected it.<\/p>\n
Then he learned he had a heart condition.<\/p>\n
Not fatal necessarily.<\/p>\n
But serious enough that he began preparing.<\/p>\n
Claire frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe never told me that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Vega asked, \u201cWas the car accident related to his heart?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Another driver crossed the median.\u201d<\/p>\n
So his death had been accidental.<\/p>\n
At least that mystery had a simple answer.<\/p>\n
Thomas needed another successor.<\/p>\n
He chose Ethan.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d I asked aloud.<\/p>\n
The answer came two paragraphs later.<\/p>\n
Because Ellen Hayes once wrote that if her daughter ever built a family centered on service rather than money, the trust should pass to someone within that family who had no financial history connected to Gavin Albright or his company.<\/p>\n
I looked at Ethan.<\/p>\n
He looked stunned.<\/p>\n
Thomas had researched him.<\/p>\n
Not secretly for years.<\/p>\n
Only after Lily's adoption became public through a Harbor Hope profile.<\/p>\n
The article mentioned Ethan as co-parent and legal adviser.<\/p>\n
Thomas recognized the Cole surname.<\/p>\n
He investigated further.<\/p>\n
Laura Cole.<\/p>\n
Harbor Mercy nurse.<\/p>\n
One of the original whistleblowers.<\/p>\n
It had seemed to him like the cleanest possible succession.<\/p>\n
A person connected to the victims, not the thieves.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn't know me,\u201d Ethan said.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is an enormous responsibility to give a stranger.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire spoke quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father was running out of people he trusted.\u201d<\/p>\n
That silenced us.<\/p>\n
The final pages were financial records.<\/p>\n
One account in particular appeared repeatedly.<\/p>\n
Barton Ridge.<\/p>\n
The trust that received part of the four-hundred-eighty-thousand-dollar payment.<\/p>\n
Thomas had traced it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d Gavin asked.<\/p>\n
I scanned the page.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo a property company.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cName?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSouth Meridian Development.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gavin frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey bought our old headquarters.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFour years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ethan leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho owns South Meridian?\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Vega began searching.<\/p>\n
Thomas already had the answer.<\/p>\n
Daniel Reeves.<\/p>\n
Indirectly.<\/p>\n
Through another holding company.<\/p>\n
Gavin stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Daniel used stolen client money to buy property?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPartly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then bought my building?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody knew.<\/p>\n
I turned the page.<\/p>\n
Thomas had written a note.<\/p>\n
Building purchase not investment. Records room.<\/p>\n
I looked at Detective Vega.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel bought the building because something was inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe old company headquarters?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gavin frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe cleared that place out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was there before your company moved in?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked confused.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy dad did.\u201d<\/p>\n
We looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me once the building used to belong to Harbor Mercy.\u201d<\/p>\n
The connection tightened again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich department?\u201d Ethan asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cRecords storage.\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Vega sat straighter.<\/p>\n
\u201cHistorical records?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cAccording to Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Thomas\u2019s note.<\/p>\n
Daniel had spent stolen Harbor Mercy money, routed through Gavin\u2019s company structures, to purchase a building that once stored Harbor Mercy\u2019s historical records.<\/p>\n
Not random.<\/p>\n
Not greed alone.<\/p>\n
He had been retrieving something.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat records?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Claire shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father didn't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
The final page contained an address.<\/p>\n
Underneath, Thomas wrote:<\/p>\n
Original archive not removed. Basement wall.<\/p>\n
Gavin stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is no basement.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father thought there was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI worked there twelve years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd never saw it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ethan leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cHidden?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Vega stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need a warrant.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gavin nodded.<\/p>\n
No argument.<\/p>\n
We waited.<\/p>\n
The search happened the next morning.<\/p>\n
Police entered the former headquarters with the current owner's permission while additional legal authority was being processed.<\/p>\n
South Meridian still owned the property.<\/p>\n
Daniel, through layered companies, effectively controlled it.<\/p>\n
There was a basement.<\/p>\n
Not under the main building.<\/p>\n
Under an annex Gavin had used for storage.<\/p>\n
A false wall concealed a stairwell.<\/p>\n
The discovery felt almost absurd.<\/p>\n
But older commercial buildings accumulate forgotten architecture.<\/p>\n
Renovations cover doors.<\/p>\n
Walls move.<\/p>\n
Records disappear.<\/p>\n
Behind the wall, investigators found a locked archive room.<\/p>\n
Inside were metal cabinets.<\/p>\n
Most were empty.<\/p>\n
One was not.<\/p>\n
Detective Vega called me shortly after noon.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe found Harbor Mercy files.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow old?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEarly nineties.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201c1994?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHer name appears.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard Reeves appears throughout.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
She paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe found the original Mercy Children Restitution Trust records.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat.<\/p>\n
Ethan was across from me in my office.<\/p>\n
He saw my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is a handwritten memorandum from Ellen.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes burned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI would rather show you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow, if you can come.\u201d<\/p>\n
We drove there.<\/p>\n
Gavin was already waiting outside but had not been permitted inside.<\/p>\n
Celia arrived shortly afterward.<\/p>\n
The annex smelled like dust, damp concrete, and old paper.<\/p>\n
Detective Vega led us downstairs.<\/p>\n
The archive room was smaller than I expected.<\/p>\n
My mother's history had occupied less space than our conference room at Harbor Hope.<\/p>\n
Boxes lined one wall.<\/p>\n
Evidence markers covered a table.<\/p>\n
Then I saw her handwriting.<\/p>\n
Thirty-two years younger.<\/p>\n
Still unmistakable.<\/p>\n
Detective Vega handed me a copy.<\/p>\n
The original remained bagged.<\/p>\n
The memorandum was dated October 14, 1994.<\/p>\n
It described the missing Harbor Mercy funds.<\/p>\n
Richard Reeves.<\/p>\n
Suspicious trusts.<\/p>\n
False beneficiaries.<\/p>\n
Families charged for services meant to be covered by donations.<\/p>\n
Mom had documented everything.<\/p>\n
Then came the final paragraph.<\/p>\n
I have moved the remaining recovered funds into a separate restitution trust because returning them through the same administrative structure would allow Mr. Reeves to regain control. I understand this action may be considered improper. I accept responsibility. My intention is to identify the affected families and return what can be verified.<\/p>\n
I read it twice.<\/p>\n
Mom had not stolen.<\/p>\n
But she had moved money without authorization.<\/p>\n
She had known the risk.<\/p>\n
She did it anyway.<\/p>\n
Gavin stood several feet away.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wrote that knowing it could destroy her career.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd it did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ethan looked at the next document.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere's a list.\u201d<\/p>\n
Families.<\/p>\n
Dozens of them.<\/p>\n
Some names crossed out.<\/p>\n
Beside those were amounts and dates.<\/p>\n
Money returned.<\/p>\n
Others remained unresolved.<\/p>\n
Then Ethan stopped.<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He pointed.<\/p>\n
Cole, Laura.<\/p>\n
My breath caught.<\/p>\n
Amount owed: $8,400.<\/p>\n
Status: unable to locate after relocation.<\/p>\n
Ethan stared at his mother's name.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was one of them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe never got the money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently not.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother worked two jobs after we moved.\u201d<\/p>\n
I touched his hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe never told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at the figure again.<\/p>\n
Eight thousand four hundred dollars.<\/p>\n
Thirty-two years ago.<\/p>\n
For Laura Cole, that could have changed months of her life.<\/p>\n
Maybe years.<\/p>\n
The trust had existed partly because my mother never found her.<\/p>\n
Ethan stepped away.<\/p>\n
I let him.<\/p>\n
Some grief needed room.<\/p>\n
Detective Vega continued reviewing the files.<\/p>\n
Then she found another memorandum.<\/p>\n
This one was not from Mom.<\/p>\n
Richard Reeves.<\/p>\n
The memo was addressed to Marianne Cole.<\/p>\n
One line had been underlined.<\/p>\n
Ellen Hayes must be discredited before external review.<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
Below it:<\/p>\n
Use credential access logs. M.C. will confirm.<\/p>\n
Marianne.<\/p>\n
The woman who had spent decades regretting her silence.<\/p>\n
She had not merely failed to defend Mom.<\/p>\n
Richard had planned to use her testimony.<\/p>\n
I understood why Mom never forgave her.<\/p>\n
Then Gavin called from the other side of the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cNora.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
He was holding a photocopy Detective Vega had permitted him to examine.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need to see this.\u201d<\/p>\n
I walked over.<\/p>\n
It was a property record.<\/p>\n
The old Harbor Mercy archive building had been transferred years after the scandal.<\/p>\n
First to a nonprofit shell.<\/p>\n
Then another company.<\/p>\n
Eventually to the landlord who leased it to Gavin\u2019s company.<\/p>\n
But one signature appeared on the earliest transfer.<\/p>\n
A witness.<\/p>\n
Arthur Hayes.<\/p>\n
My father.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gavin said nothing.<\/p>\n
I called Dad.<\/p>\n
He answered.<\/p>\n
I did not bother with greeting.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy is your signature on the Harbor Mercy archive property transfer?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cNora.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI witnessed the document.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor who?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEllen.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom owned this building?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot exactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe controlled the nonprofit that held it temporarily.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo protect the records.\u201d<\/p>\n
My anger rose.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew the records were here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew some were.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let Gavin\u2019s company move into the building.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't arrange that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYears later.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd said nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad sounded exhausted.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought the records were gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother told me she moved them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently she didn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Daniel know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStop saying that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI truly don't.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pressed my fingers against my forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would Mom preserve all this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInsurance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAgainst Richard?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn't know Daniel would continue it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut he found out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked around the hidden room.<\/p>\n
Decades of silence.<\/p>\n
Fear.<\/p>\n
People trying to protect evidence while also protecting themselves.<\/p>\n
Then Detective Vega opened the last cabinet.<\/p>\n
Inside was one modern file.<\/p>\n
Not from 1994.<\/p>\n
Not from Marcus\u2019s era.<\/p>\n
Recent.<\/p>\n
The label read HARBOR HOPE.<\/p>\n
My blood went cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat organization didn't exist when Mom died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Ethan said.<\/p>\n
Gavin stepped closer.<\/p>\n
Detective Vega put on gloves.<\/p>\n
Inside were printed copies of our public filings.<\/p>\n
Board lists.<\/p>\n
Property purchases.<\/p>\n
Grant awards.<\/p>\n
Photographs from fundraising events.<\/p>\n
A picture of Lily appeared among them.<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
Someone had been tracking Harbor Hope.<\/p>\n
Tracking me.<\/p>\n
Tracking my daughter.<\/p>\n
Ethan's face changed completely.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho made this file?\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Vega checked the documents.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo name.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she found a handwritten note.<\/p>\n
Recent ink.<\/p>\n
One sentence.<\/p>\n
Ellen\u2019s restitution money will return through the daughter.<\/p>\n
I stared at it.<\/p>\n
This was no longer only an old financial crime.<\/p>\n
Someone had been watching my family.<\/p>\n
And whoever it was believed Harbor Hope was part of the plan.<\/p>\n
Thomas Bell\u2019s daughter lived forty minutes outside Gulfport. Her name was Claire. Detective Vega contacted her before anyone else could. By late afternoon, she agreed to meet. Not at her … <\/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-3817","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\/3817","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=3817"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3817\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3852,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3817\/revisions\/3852"}],"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=3817"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3817"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3817"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}