For several seconds, I heard nothing.<\/p>\n
Not Vale.<\/p>\n
Not Rebecca.<\/p>\n
Not Daniel.<\/p>\n
Only the blood beating behind my ears.<\/p>\n
Margaret Voss.<\/p>\n
My mother.<\/p>\n
The woman who packed my school lunches and complained that I never called enough.<\/p>\n
The woman who taught Emily and me how to sew buttons because, in her words, no adult should be defeated by a shirt.<\/p>\n
The woman who had raised me from eleven months old.<\/p>\n
Voss.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline did not move.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew Arthur had a younger sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHer name was Margaret.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca stepped toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah.\u201d<\/p>\n
I backed away.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stopped.<\/p>\n
I looked at Caroline.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said you didn\u2019t know the Bennetts.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew Margaret Voss.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBarely.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow barely?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI met her twice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you didn\u2019t recognize her later?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never saw your adoptive parents.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca whispered, \u201cThat was intentional.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot at first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter the transfer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long after?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo years.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
It sounded terrible.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo everyone knew something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one knew everything,\u201d Daniel said.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat may be worse.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
It probably was.<\/p>\n
Vale remained on the intercom.<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you like the rest?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I surprised myself.<\/p>\n
Vale went silent.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m done getting family history from men holding people hostage.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca almost smiled.<\/p>\n
Foster did.<\/p>\n
Vale did not.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you won\u2019t know where Margaret is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf she\u2019s alive, I\u2019ll find her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou won\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe found Voss\u2019s global network overnight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I helped you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd look where that got you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Good.<\/p>\n
I looked at Caroline.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you know about Margaret Voss?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe left Arthur\u2019s family when she was twenty-three.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas she part of the program?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAs sure as I can be.\u201d<\/p>\n
That phrase was more honest than certainty.<\/p>\n
Rebecca added, \u201cMargaret was a public-school teacher when Samuel married her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel knew who she was?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd still married Arthur Voss\u2019s sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey married before Samuel knew about the Continuity Charter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo my adoptive father was Jonathan\u2019s friend.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy adoptive mother was Voss\u2019s sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd they raised the child Voss needed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The arrangement sounded impossible.<\/p>\n
Unless Jonathan had chosen it precisely because it was impossible.<\/p>\n
Daniel saw it too.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe hid Sarah inside Arthur\u2019s own family.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline\u2019s eyes widened.<\/p>\n
Rebecca nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was Jonathan\u2019s logic.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed again.<\/p>\n
\u201cVoss never suspected his sister?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot initially.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Margaret know who I was?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom the beginning?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
That hurt.<\/p>\n
Not because she had deceived me.<\/p>\n
Because she had carried the deception every day.<\/p>\n
Every birthday.<\/p>\n
Every question about my birth.<\/p>\n
Every school project requiring a family tree.<\/p>\n
I remembered being twelve and asking whether I looked like her.<\/p>\n
She had said, You look like yourself. That\u2019s enough.<\/p>\n
At the time, I thought she was avoiding telling me I had my father\u2019s nose.<\/p>\n
Now the sentence meant something else.<\/p>\n
Daniel touched my arm lightly.<\/p>\n
This time I let him.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, you\u2019re not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n
He almost smiled.<\/p>\n
I appreciated that he did not argue further.<\/p>\n
Rebecca asked Caroline, \u201cWhy would Arthur let Margaret keep Sarah once he discovered it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline looked toward the VOSS-1 photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t know until much later.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much later?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly after Daniel\u2019s crash.\u201d<\/p>\n
That fit.<\/p>\n
Voss\u2019s obsession with Orpheus intensified after discovering the original continuity subject had been living under his own sister\u2019s roof.<\/p>\n
Vale interrupted.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur knew twelve years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline looked toward the speaker.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret told him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vale laughed softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is the question.\u201d<\/p>\n
Foster traced the intercom signal again.<\/p>\n
Still remote.<\/p>\n
I ignored Vale.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened twelve years ago?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel said, \u201cThat\u2019s when Mark was told Voss died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd when the London node changed administrators.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca added, \u201cAnd when VOSS-2 entered the continuity program.\u201d<\/p>\n
A transition.<\/p>\n
Twelve years ago, something fractured Voss\u2019s organization.<\/p>\n
Possibly Margaret.<\/p>\n
I searched my memories.<\/p>\n
Twelve years ago.<\/p>\n
Tyler had not been born.<\/p>\n
Samuel was still alive.<\/p>\n
Emily had just moved across the country.<\/p>\n
I was\u2014<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d Daniel asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother disappeared for three weeks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwelve years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had forgotten because the explanation had been ordinary.<\/p>\n
Margaret said she went to help an old college friend after surgery.<\/p>\n
She came back thinner.<\/p>\n
Quieter.<\/p>\n
Samuel had been furious with her.<\/p>\n
They rarely fought.<\/p>\n
But I remembered hearing them through the bedroom wall.<\/p>\n
Not words.<\/p>\n
Only voices.<\/p>\n
Then one sentence.<\/p>\n
Samuel shouting:<\/p>\n
You had no right to reopen it.<\/p>\n
At the time, I thought it was about an old family disagreement.<\/p>\n
Now I knew better.<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret went to London.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline whispered, \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause that\u2019s when someone contacted me through the London node.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did they send?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA warning.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur had discovered you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother had gone to London after Voss found me.<\/p>\n
She warned Caroline.<\/p>\n
Then returned home.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened next?\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI moved the Mercer continuity work.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAcross multiple nodes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Voss?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe disappeared.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark had been told he died.<\/p>\n
Instead VOSS-1 withdrew.<\/p>\n
VOSS-2 began operating.<\/p>\n
Maybe Margaret had forced the original Arthur out.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she have on him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vale answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe participant list.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Samuel\u2019s list.<\/p>\n
The original Continuity Charter participants.<\/p>\n
People who had authorized, funded, used, or protected the identity-replacement system.<\/p>\n
Margaret had taken it to London.<\/p>\n
Used it against her brother.<\/p>\n
Then brought it back.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did Samuel hide it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vale said, \u201cI told you my price.\u201d<\/p>\n
I ignored him.<\/p>\n
I knew my father.<\/p>\n
Samuel did not trust banks.<\/p>\n
He distrusted safe-deposit boxes because he said anything requiring a signature created a trail.<\/p>\n
He kept important documents in ridiculous places.<\/p>\n
Insurance papers inside an old dictionary.<\/p>\n
Cash in a coffee tin nobody drank from.<\/p>\n
Our house had been sold after Margaret died.<\/p>\n
Most belongings were distributed.<\/p>\n
But some things came to me.<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Think.<\/p>\n
Samuel had once told me something strange when I was sixteen.<\/p>\n
We were repairing the back porch.<\/p>\n
He had handed me a rusted hammer and said:<\/p>\n
If this house ever burns, don\u2019t save photographs.<\/p>\n
I had laughed.<\/p>\n
He continued:<\/p>\n
Save the books that nobody reads.<\/p>\n
At the time, I thought he meant family documents hidden in books.<\/p>\n
After his death, I had checked the dictionary.<\/p>\n
Nothing important remained.<\/p>\n
But plural.<\/p>\n
Books nobody reads.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to Dad\u2019s law books?\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily answered over the phone when I called.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad\u2019s old law books.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are they?\u201d<\/p>\n
She thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou took some.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen Mom donated them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe university, I think.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked around.<\/p>\n
We were standing inside a former research facility.<\/p>\n
But the university archive where Noah and Tyler waited was the same university that had received Samuel Bennett\u2019s legal collection.<\/p>\n
Foster understood immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cBack.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vale\u2019s voice sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
He had heard enough to know.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know which book.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ll never find it in time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn time for what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Vale had a deadline.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happens soon?\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not answer.<\/p>\n
Daniel checked the building network.<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca\u2019s patch.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe pressure trigger has a timer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked at her wrist.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFifty-two minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vale said, \u201cBring the certificate.\u201d<\/p>\n
Foster looked at the patch.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can get a bomb-tech equivalent for biometric devices.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vale\u2019s leverage shrank again.<\/p>\n
We left the facility with Rebecca.<\/p>\n
No one stopped us.<\/p>\n
That confirmed Vale was nowhere nearby.<\/p>\n
On the drive back to the university, Caroline sat beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret loved you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked out the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she threatened Arthur.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
Caroline\u2019s eyes were wet.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe message I received twelve years ago included one line.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf my brother touches my daughter, I will bury every name that built him.\u201d<\/p>\n
My daughter.<\/p>\n
Margaret had called me hers.<\/p>\n
Not protected subject.<\/p>\n
Not Elena.<\/p>\n
Not Caroline\u2019s child.<\/p>\n
Hers.<\/p>\n
I looked away.<\/p>\n
That hurt more than almost anything else.<\/p>\n
When we reached the university, Emily met us at the entrance.<\/p>\n
Tyler ran toward me.<\/p>\n
I hugged him hard.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan\u2019t breathe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou say that but you\u2019re still doing it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I released him.<\/p>\n
Noah hugged Daniel.<\/p>\n
Then pretended he had not.<\/p>\n
Rebecca\u2019s patch was taken to an isolated laboratory.<\/p>\n
Technicians began working on it.<\/p>\n
We went to Special Collections.<\/p>\n
Samuel Bennett\u2019s donated library occupied twenty-three shelves.<\/p>\n
Four hundred and twelve books.<\/p>\n
Vale had been right about one thing.<\/p>\n
We did not know which one.<\/p>\n
I walked slowly along the shelves.<\/p>\n
Samuel hated property law.<\/p>\n
Loved constitutional history.<\/p>\n
Distrusted corporate law.<\/p>\n
Made rude notes in tax textbooks.<\/p>\n
What would he choose?<\/p>\n
Books nobody reads.<\/p>\n
Not singular.<\/p>\n
Maybe the clue was not which book.<\/p>\n
Maybe the books together.<\/p>\n
I examined the spines.<\/p>\n
Several had tiny gold dots near the bottom.<\/p>\n
Normal library markings?<\/p>\n
No.<\/p>\n
Hand-painted.<\/p>\n
I remembered them.<\/p>\n
Dad used to mark his personal books with colored dots.<\/p>\n
Blue meant keep.<\/p>\n
Red meant loanable.<\/p>\n
Gold\u2014<\/p>\n
I could not remember.<\/p>\n
Emily did.<\/p>\n
\u201cGold meant never sell.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom told me when we cleared the office.\u201d<\/p>\n
There were seven gold-marked books.<\/p>\n
We pulled them.<\/p>\n
Inside each cover was a handwritten number.<\/p>\n
Not call numbers.<\/p>\n
3.<\/p>\n
4.<\/p>\n
5.<\/p>\n
6.<\/p>\n
7.<\/p>\n
8.<\/p>\n
9.<\/p>\n
Order.<\/p>\n
We arranged them.<\/p>\n
The first book had a hollowed section behind the spine.<\/p>\n
Empty.<\/p>\n
Second too.<\/p>\n
Third.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Noah watched.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are we looking for?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA list.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf bad people?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf people who made bad decisions.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s probably longer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Foster laughed.<\/p>\n
Book four contained a key.<\/p>\n
Tiny.<\/p>\n
Old.<\/p>\n
Book five held a strip of paper.<\/p>\n
A storage number.<\/p>\n
Book six held another number.<\/p>\n
Book seven contained a photograph.<\/p>\n
Samuel and Jonathan.<\/p>\n
Young.<\/p>\n
Standing beside each other outside a courthouse.<\/p>\n
On the back Samuel had written:<\/p>\n
IF SHE FINDS THIS, SHE KNOWS ENOUGH TO CHOOSE.<\/p>\n
I held the photograph for a long time.<\/p>\n
He had expected me to discover the truth eventually.<\/p>\n
He had not told me himself.<\/p>\n
I was not ready to forgive that.<\/p>\n
But I understood him slightly better.<\/p>\n
The storage numbers corresponded to the university\u2019s sealed archival basement.<\/p>\n
Foster verified the location.<\/p>\n
We went down.<\/p>\n
Noah and Tyler stayed upstairs this time without argument.<\/p>\n
Progress again.<\/p>\n
The key opened a small steel box.<\/p>\n
Inside lay a handwritten ledger.<\/p>\n
Names.<\/p>\n
Dates.<\/p>\n
Agencies.<\/p>\n
Companies.<\/p>\n
Payments.<\/p>\n
Authorizations.<\/p>\n
The original Continuity Charter network.<\/p>\n
Caroline stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis can expose all of them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca, now free of the biometric patch, stood beside her.<\/p>\n
\u201cSome are dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome aren\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel turned pages.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
One name appeared repeatedly.<\/p>\n
Not Arthur Voss.<\/p>\n
Margaret Voss Bennett.<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
Beside her name were dates stretching across twenty-five years.<\/p>\n
I looked at Caroline.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wasn\u2019t just hiding me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca leaned closer.<\/p>\n
The notation beside Margaret\u2019s entries was different.<\/p>\n
Not participant.<\/p>\n
Not administrator.<\/p>\n
AUDITOR.<\/p>\n
Samuel had recruited his own wife\u2014Voss\u2019s sister\u2014to secretly document the program.<\/p>\n
She had spent decades collecting evidence.<\/p>\n
The woman who raised me had not merely protected me.<\/p>\n
She had been building the case.<\/p>\n
Daniel reached the final page.<\/p>\n
One entry had been added four years ago.<\/p>\n
The year Margaret supposedly died.<\/p>\n
MVB \u2014 TRANSFER COMPLETE.<\/p>\n
LOCATION:\u2014<\/p>\n
The location had been cut away.<\/p>\n
Not torn.<\/p>\n
Cut deliberately.<\/p>\n
Then a folded note slipped from the ledger.<\/p>\n
My name was on it.<\/p>\n
Sarah.<\/p>\n
Margaret\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
My hands shook as I opened it.<\/p>\n
The message contained only two lines.<\/p>\n
If you found Samuel\u2019s list, Arthur has already found you.<\/p>\n
Do not believe my death certificate.<\/p>\n
I stared at the words.<\/p>\n
Emily read over my shoulder.<\/p>\n
Her hand closed around mine.<\/p>\n
At the bottom was one final instruction.<\/p>\n
COME ALONE TO THE HOUSE WHERE YOU LEARNED TO SWIM.<\/p>\n
I knew the place.<\/p>\n
A small lake cabin where Margaret had taken Emily and me every summer as children.<\/p>\n
The cabin had been sold twenty years ago.<\/p>\n
Or so I thought.<\/p>\n
My phone vibrated.<\/p>\n
Unknown number.<\/p>\n
A text.<\/p>\n
No words.<\/p>\n
Just a photograph.<\/p>\n
The lake cabin.<\/p>\n
Taken today.<\/p>\n
An older woman stood on the porch.<\/p>\n
Gray hair.<\/p>\n
One hand resting against the railing.<\/p>\n
Even after four years, even at that distance, I knew her.<\/p>\n
Mom.<\/p>\n
Margaret Bennett was alive.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, I heard nothing. Not Vale. Not Rebecca. Not Daniel. Only the blood beating behind my ears. Margaret Voss. My mother. The woman who packed my school lunches … <\/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-605","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\/605","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=605"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/605\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":635,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/605\/revisions\/635"}],"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=605"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=605"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=605"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}