For several seconds, the underground room seemed to shrink around us.<\/p>\n
Mr. Foster stood near the tunnel entrance with his hands visible. Tyler and Noah had moved behind me, and I held Emily\u2019s blue envelope against my chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou gave Mark her location?\u201d<\/p>\n
Foster nodded once.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI had no choice.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anger rose through me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is exactly what people say when they want forgiveness before they tell you what they did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not asking for forgiveness.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen start explaining.\u201d<\/p>\n
A distant scrape echoed through the tunnel.<\/p>\n
Foster glanced over his shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t have much time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen talk faster.\u201d<\/p>\n
His jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmily discovered Mark was connected to people I had been watching for years. She came to me because she knew I had worked cases involving some of them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho are they?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know every name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expect me to believe that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I expect you to survive long enough to learn the rest.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed at the absurdity of it.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmily told me not to trust you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe had reason.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer unsettled me more than a denial would have.<\/p>\n
Foster pointed toward the envelope.<\/p>\n
\u201cOpen it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she left something there that will explain why everybody is looking for Noah.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at my nephew.<\/p>\n
His small face had gone pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is about him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt became about him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I tore open the blue envelope.<\/p>\n
Three objects slid onto the table.<\/p>\n
A small brass key.<\/p>\n
A memory card.<\/p>\n
And a photograph.<\/p>\n
I picked up the photograph first.<\/p>\n
It showed Noah as a toddler beside Emily.<\/p>\n
A man stood several feet behind them.<\/p>\n
Not Mark.<\/p>\n
The same man from the photograph labeled M. Reynolds \u2014 Federal Investigator.<\/p>\n
I turned it over.<\/p>\n
Emily had written five words.<\/p>\n
The truth about Noah\u2019s father.<\/p>\n
I looked at Foster.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does this mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWatch the card.\u201d<\/p>\n
My phone accepted the memory card through the adapter tucked inside the envelope.<\/p>\n
One video file appeared.<\/p>\n
It had been recorded four days before Noah came to my house.<\/p>\n
I pressed play.<\/p>\n
Emily appeared.<\/p>\n
My breath caught.<\/p>\n
She was sitting in what looked like a cheap hotel room. Her hair had been pulled carelessly away from her face. A bruise darkened the skin near one eye.<\/p>\n
Noah stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cMommy.\u201d<\/p>\n
I put my arm around him.<\/p>\n
Emily looked directly into the camera.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah, if you\u2019re seeing this, then Noah made it to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice was steady, but I knew my sister well enough to recognize the effort behind that steadiness.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need you to hear everything before you decide whom to trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
The image flickered.<\/p>\n
Then froze.<\/p>\n
A password prompt appeared.<\/p>\n
FILE ENCRYPTED.<\/p>\n
I swore under my breath.<\/p>\n
Foster leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she give you a password?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah touched my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom made me practice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then whispered, \u201cDaddy is not my real father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tyler stared at him.<\/p>\n
I did not move.<\/p>\n
\u201cSay that again.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah looked frightened now, as though he had revealed something forbidden.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom said Dad isn\u2019t my real dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
I entered the phrase.<\/p>\n
The file unlocked.<\/p>\n
Emily reappeared.<\/p>\n
She looked down briefly before speaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cMark is not Noah\u2019s biological father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah squeezed my fingers.<\/p>\n
Emily continued.<\/p>\n
She explained that Mark had learned the truth when Noah was four and had become obsessed with discovering the identity of Noah\u2019s biological father.<\/p>\n
Then she said his name.<\/p>\n
Daniel Reynolds.<\/p>\n
The federal investigator.<\/p>\n
I looked at the photograph in my hand.<\/p>\n
Foster lowered his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLong enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wanted to demand more, but Emily was still speaking.<\/p>\n
Daniel had worked with her during a financial investigation involving a company called Westbridge Holdings. Millions had been routed through shell companies and organizations that appeared legitimate on paper.<\/p>\n
Daniel had intended to testify.<\/p>\n
He never reached the hearing.<\/p>\n
His car went off a highway.<\/p>\n
The death had been reported as an accident.<\/p>\n
Emily\u2019s recorded face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t an accident.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was my dad?\u201d<\/p>\n
I knelt beside him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word felt strange in my mouth because I had learned it seconds earlier.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I don\u2019t know the whole story yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded and leaned against me.<\/p>\n
Emily explained that she had found evidence connecting someone inside the investigation to Daniel\u2019s death.<\/p>\n
A document appeared on the screen.<\/p>\n
Most names were obscured.<\/p>\n
One remained visible.<\/p>\n
MARK HARRIS.<\/p>\n
My brother-in-law.<\/p>\n
Emily\u2019s husband.<\/p>\n
The man searching my property above us.<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe killed Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
Foster shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot directly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily\u2019s recording confirmed it almost immediately.<\/p>\n
Mark had not ordered Daniel\u2019s death, she said, but he had helped the people responsible.<\/p>\n
I stared at Foster.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why marry Emily?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was already close to the investigation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re saying their marriage was part of this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m saying Mark\u2019s reasons for staying near her weren\u2019t what she believed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah was listening.<\/p>\n
I hated that.<\/p>\n
I moved him toward Tyler.<\/p>\n
\u201cTake Noah over there for a minute.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tyler nodded with the solemnity of a child suddenly asked to do something adult.<\/p>\n
They sat together beneath the shelf.<\/p>\n
Emily continued.<\/p>\n
Daniel had discovered that Westbridge was not merely laundering money.<\/p>\n
The network manipulated identities.<\/p>\n
Records belonging to dead, missing, or vulnerable children could be altered and repurposed to create convincing histories for adults who needed new identities.<\/p>\n
My skin crawled.<\/p>\n
Daniel had uncovered connections between those records and protected federal files.<\/p>\n
Then Noah\u2019s name appeared on the screen.<\/p>\n
NOAH REYNOLDS \u2014 MINOR.<\/p>\n
Emily explained why.<\/p>\n
Daniel had secured information in a system linked to his own identity and family records.<\/p>\n
After his death, Noah became one of the few living links capable of leading investigators to material Daniel had concealed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey wanted Noah because of Daniel,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
Foster nodded.<\/p>\n
Emily said the same thing.<\/p>\n
Mark had spent years trying to determine what Daniel left behind and whether Emily knew how to retrieve it.<\/p>\n
Eventually, Emily discovered enough to understand what Mark had been doing.<\/p>\n
That was when she began preparing Noah.<\/p>\n
Not to investigate.<\/p>\n
Not to fight.<\/p>\n
To escape.<\/p>\n
The tunnel.<\/p>\n
The hidden room.<\/p>\n
The blue envelope.<\/p>\n
The lake house.<\/p>\n
Everything had been arranged because Emily believed there might come a day when she could no longer protect her son herself.<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
On the screen, Emily looked toward the hotel-room door.<\/p>\n
Someone had made a sound outside.<\/p>\n
She lowered her voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah, there is one more thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cMark is not trying to kill Noah.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed from disbelief.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe needs what Noah has.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily explained that Mark believed the evidence was inside the blue envelope.<\/p>\n
I looked down at the torn paper.<\/p>\n
Brass key.<\/p>\n
Memory card.<\/p>\n
Photograph.<\/p>\n
Nothing else.<\/p>\n
Then Emily said, \u201cThe evidence is not in the envelope.\u201d<\/p>\n
Foster looked at Noah.<\/p>\n
So did I.<\/p>\n
\u201cNoah has been carrying it the whole time.\u201d<\/p>\n
The video ended.<\/p>\n
I turned toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did your mother give you?\u201d<\/p>\n
His brow wrinkled.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy backpack?\u201d<\/p>\n
I brought it onto the table.<\/p>\n
We searched together.<\/p>\n
Two shirts.<\/p>\n
Shorts.<\/p>\n
A coloring book.<\/p>\n
Crayons.<\/p>\n
A toy dinosaur.<\/p>\n
Two paperback books.<\/p>\n
Then I pulled out the stuffed bear Mark had brought with him.<\/p>\n
The bear was old enough that its fur had worn thin around the paws.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did this come from?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMommy gave it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe last night.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned it over.<\/p>\n
A zipper was hidden beneath the fabric along its back.<\/p>\n
I opened it.<\/p>\n
Inside the stuffing was a small plastic capsule.<\/p>\n
Foster inhaled sharply.<\/p>\n
I removed it.<\/p>\n
Inside was a data chip no larger than my thumbnail.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what they want,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Daniel told me about it before he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were there when he died?\u201d<\/p>\n
Foster did not answer immediately.<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
Before I could press him, a violent crash echoed through the tunnel.<\/p>\n
Someone had broken through one of the hidden barriers.<\/p>\n
Foster grabbed the flashlight.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe leave now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe lake house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmily told me not to trust you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe also told you to go there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t answer me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He met my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut if I wanted that chip, Sarah, I could have taken it from a six-year-old weeks ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hated that his argument made sense.<\/p>\n
Another crash.<\/p>\n
Voices.<\/p>\n
\u201cSearch the lower room!\u201d<\/p>\n
Tyler stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
I put the chip inside my pocket.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re leaving.\u201d<\/p>\n
Foster opened a narrow panel at the back of the underground room.<\/p>\n
Behind it, another passage continued away from my property.<\/p>\n
Noah took my hand.<\/p>\n
Tyler took the other.<\/p>\n
We followed Foster.<\/p>\n
The tunnel eventually climbed toward a hidden door beneath an abandoned garage several houses away.<\/p>\n
Foster checked outside before opening it.<\/p>\n
His pickup was parked inside.<\/p>\n
He handed me two jackets for the boys.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo lights until we\u2019re moving.\u201d<\/p>\n
We climbed into the truck.<\/p>\n
Foster started the engine.<\/p>\n
As the garage door opened, I looked toward my street.<\/p>\n
Vehicles were arriving around my house.<\/p>\n
At first I felt relief.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed the men stepping out.<\/p>\n
No ordinary patrol uniforms.<\/p>\n
No marked cruisers.<\/p>\n
Too many dark vehicles.<\/p>\n
\u201cThose aren\u2019t police,\u201d Foster said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho are they?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe people Emily was afraid of.\u201d<\/p>\n
We drove.<\/p>\n
My phone rang before we reached the main road.<\/p>\n
Unknown number.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark.<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have something that belongs to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou mean Noah?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe chip.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah heard him.<\/p>\n
I turned the volume down.<\/p>\n
\u201cStay away from us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGive me the chip and this ends.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou broke into my house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have no idea what you\u2019re carrying.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, you don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Noah isn\u2019t my son.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah heard that despite the lowered volume.<\/p>\n
His face crumpled.<\/p>\n
I put my hand over his.<\/p>\n
Mark continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel Reynolds created this problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel died trying to expose you.\u201d<\/p>\n
A quiet laugh came through the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think Foster told you the truth?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the driver.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAsk him where he was the night Daniel died.\u201d<\/p>\n
The call ended.<\/p>\n
Silence filled the truck.<\/p>\n
Foster kept driving.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou heard him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWere you there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you help kill Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
Foster tightened his grip on the steering wheel.<\/p>\n
\u201cI reached the crash after the vehicle went off the road.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas Daniel alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach twisted.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe died before help arrived.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Foster looked briefly toward Noah in the rearview mirror.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me to protect his son.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah stared back at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you knew that meant me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell Mommy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did.\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did you betray Emily\u2019s hiding place to Mark?\u201d<\/p>\n
Foster\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey had my granddaughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
The anger drained out of me just enough to make room for another kind of horror.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey threatened her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI gave Mark one location. I knew Emily had already prepared another route, but I didn\u2019t know whether she had escaped in time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs your granddaughter alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe is now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah leaned forward between the seats.<\/p>\n
\u201cMommy said you weren\u2019t bad.\u201d<\/p>\n
Foster swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother was kinder to me than I deserved.\u201d<\/p>\n
We left the city behind.<\/p>\n
Streetlights became scattered houses, then darkness.<\/p>\n
Near midnight, the lake appeared through the trees.<\/p>\n
The old house stood exactly where I remembered it.<\/p>\n
Weathered boards.<\/p>\n
Deep porch.<\/p>\n
Pine trees surrounding the property.<\/p>\n
A dock stretching into black water.<\/p>\n
Seeing it brought back summers with Emily so vividly that for one second I could smell sunscreen and hear our father calling us inside.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered why we had come.<\/p>\n
We entered through the back.<\/p>\n
Dust covered most surfaces, but someone had been there recently.<\/p>\n
Noah knew where to look.<\/p>\n
He walked toward the fireplace.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat brick.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pressed it.<\/p>\n
It shifted.<\/p>\n
Behind it was a metal box.<\/p>\n
The brass key from Emily\u2019s envelope fit the lock.<\/p>\n
Inside were documents.<\/p>\n
Bank records.<\/p>\n
Photographs.<\/p>\n
Names.<\/p>\n
Dates.<\/p>\n
Evidence connecting Westbridge to shell companies, falsified identities, corrupt officials, and Daniel\u2019s investigation.<\/p>\n
Then I found Daniel\u2019s letter.<\/p>\n
It warned Emily that the evidence identified the person who had authorized the operation.<\/p>\n
Someone powerful enough to see investigations before they developed.<\/p>\n
Someone inside the system.<\/p>\n
A second page contained names.<\/p>\n
One had been circled.<\/p>\n
I stared at it.<\/p>\n
The person directing everything was not Mark.<\/p>\n
Not Foster.<\/p>\n
It was a senior official with access to Daniel\u2019s investigation.<\/p>\n
Foster read over my shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to get this outside the local chain.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel\u2019s former supervisor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWashington.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before we could move, headlights swept across the lake-house windows.<\/p>\n
One vehicle.<\/p>\n
Then another.<\/p>\n
Then several more.<\/p>\n
Doors opened outside.<\/p>\n
Foster looked through the curtain.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey found us.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah moved against me.<\/p>\n
Three slow knocks sounded from the front door.<\/p>\n
He whispered, \u201cThat\u2019s Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark\u2019s voice came through the wood.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah.\u201d<\/p>\n
I held Daniel\u2019s evidence against my chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cOpen the door.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know this ends tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
Foster looked toward the rear of the house.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s another way out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe boathouse.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another knock struck the door.<\/p>\n
Harder.<\/p>\n
Foster pointed toward the dock.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere used to be an escape route from the old fishing structure. If it\u2019s still open, we can reach the opposite shore.\u201d<\/p>\n
I took Tyler\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n
Noah caught mine.<\/p>\n
Behind the front door, Mark called my name again.<\/p>\n
This time Noah looked up at me.<\/p>\n
He was still frightened.<\/p>\n
But he was no longer frozen.<\/p>\n
\u201cMommy wanted us to go to the lake house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo now we know why.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Daniel\u2019s files.<\/p>\n
At the chip hidden in my pocket.<\/p>\n
At the brass key Emily had entrusted to her child.<\/p>\n
We had finally found what everyone was hunting.<\/p>\n
And now the people who had killed Noah\u2019s biological father were standing outside the house.<\/p>\n
The front lock began to splinter.<\/p>\n
Foster opened the back door.<\/p>\n
\u201cRun.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pulled both boys toward the lake.<\/p>\n
Behind us, the front door crashed inward.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, the underground room seemed to shrink around us. Mr. Foster stood near the tunnel entrance with his hands visible. Tyler and Noah had moved behind me, and … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":581,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-585","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\/585","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=585"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/585\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":615,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/585\/revisions\/615"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/581"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=585"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=585"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=585"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}