Brent\u2019s threat arrived through his attorney the next morning.<\/p>\n
If Mom listed the property, he would seek an injunction.<\/p>\n
Diane called the claim \u201caggressive but weak.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom called it terrifying.<\/p>\n
I called it predictable.<\/p>\n
He was losing access to everything.<\/p>\n
The bank account.<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s credit.<\/p>\n
My transfers.<\/p>\n
The business inventory.<\/p>\n
The possibility of using the house as a financial backstop.<\/p>\n
Selling the property would remove the largest asset left inside his reach.<\/p>\n
Of course he fought it.<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s first instinct was to delay.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe I should wait until the case is settled.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat case?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAll of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere isn\u2019t one case.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are several.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd some could take years.\u201d<\/p>\n
She sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what are you really afraid of?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat selling makes it final.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFinal how?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat there\u2019s no home for him to come back to.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer hurt in a way I did not expect.<\/p>\n
Even now, after everything, some part of Mom imagined Brent returning.<\/p>\n
Not to steal.<\/p>\n
Not to argue.<\/p>\n
Simply to come home.<\/p>\n
The son she remembered still existed inside the man who had forged signatures.<\/p>\n
I could understand that without sharing it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you let him move back in?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen the house isn\u2019t what makes reconciliation possible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you?\u201d<\/p>\n
She was silent.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m trying.\u201d<\/p>\n
That became our phrase.<\/p>\n
Not I understand.<\/p>\n
Not I\u2019m fine.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m trying.<\/p>\n
It was more honest than certainty.<\/p>\n
Diane moved forward.<\/p>\n
The property title was clear.<\/p>\n
Mom was the sole owner.<\/p>\n
Brent\u2019s claimed equitable interest had little support.<\/p>\n
His attorney could threaten.<\/p>\n
Actually stopping a sale would require stronger grounds.<\/p>\n
The first realtor visited on a rainy Tuesday.<\/p>\n
Mom called me afterward.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe says the kitchen is dated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI redid it twelve years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat can still be dated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe says buyers want an island.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
Mom did too.<\/p>\n
For a moment, we were discussing something ordinary.<\/p>\n
Then she said, \u201cYour father hated islands.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause they block the refrigerator.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said kitchens should have escape routes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
We went quiet.<\/p>\n
Memories of him had been weaponized so often that simple remembering now felt delicate.<\/p>\n
But that one was ours.<\/p>\n
No guilt attached.<\/p>\n
No financial instruction.<\/p>\n
Just Dad complaining about kitchen design.<\/p>\n
Mom chose the realtor.<\/p>\n
The house was listed three weeks later.<\/p>\n
The photographs looked beautiful.<\/p>\n
Too beautiful.<\/p>\n
Fresh flowers in the dining room.<\/p>\n
Sunlight across polished floors.<\/p>\n
The basement empty.<\/p>\n
No boxes.<\/p>\n
No hidden papers.<\/p>\n
No evidence of what had happened there.<\/p>\n
I stared at the listing photo of the hallway.<\/p>\n
The same hallway where my suitcase had waited.<\/p>\n
The realtor had placed a narrow table against the wall with a bowl and a small plant.<\/p>\n
Anyone scrolling online would see calm.<\/p>\n
They would never know that spot had split a family open.<\/p>\n
The listing drew attention quickly.<\/p>\n
Mom received several showings.<\/p>\n
The first offer came below asking price.<\/p>\n
She rejected it.<\/p>\n
The second was closer.<\/p>\n
Then came a third.<\/p>\n
A young couple with two children.<\/p>\n
Strong financing.<\/p>\n
Flexible closing.<\/p>\n
Nearly full asking price.<\/p>\n
Mom called me before responding.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey love the backyard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey said they can imagine the children growing up there.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice shook.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to sell to them because of that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI like the idea.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood.<\/p>\n
Dad had built a swing there when we were children.<\/p>\n
Brent broke his wrist jumping from it.<\/p>\n
I learned to ride a bike in the driveway.<\/p>\n
Families leave houses.<\/p>\n
Other families enter.<\/p>\n
The walls do not remain loyal to one story.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you accepting?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
The contract was signed that evening.<\/p>\n
Brent\u2019s response came forty-eight hours later.<\/p>\n
He filed.<\/p>\n
Emergency request to prevent the sale.<\/p>\n
The filing alleged that he had contributed substantially to preserving and improving the property and that sale proceeds might improperly exclude his interest.<\/p>\n
Diane sent me the document.<\/p>\n
I read it twice.<\/p>\n
What angered me most was not the legal argument.<\/p>\n
It was one paragraph.<\/p>\n
Brent described himself as the primary adult child responsible for supporting Mom after Dad\u2019s death.<\/p>\n
I stared at the sentence.<\/p>\n
Primary adult child responsible for supporting Eleanor Keller.<\/p>\n
Three years of my transfers.<\/p>\n
Repairs.<\/p>\n
Insurance.<\/p>\n
Taxes.<\/p>\n
Groceries.<\/p>\n
Utilities.<\/p>\n
Erased.<\/p>\n
Brent had rewritten the family story again.<\/p>\n
This time, in court.<\/p>\n
I called Rachel.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to respond.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother\u2019s attorney will.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I mean personally.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s lying about what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cNaomi, courts do not exist to correct every insulting narrative.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you?\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned back.<\/p>\n
Probably not.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe says he supported Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen documentation can rebut that if relevant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have documentation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou already know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo send it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDiane has it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I took a breath.<\/p>\n
The rational part of me understood.<\/p>\n
The emotional part wanted a judge to read every bank statement and officially declare the truth.<\/p>\n
I had spent years being told money did not matter whenever I mentioned what I contributed.<\/p>\n
Now Brent was claiming contribution mattered because he wanted ownership.<\/p>\n
Rachel said, \u201cYou don\u2019t need the court to validate what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAgain, do you?\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s more accurate.\u201d<\/p>\n
The hearing happened quickly.<\/p>\n
I did not attend in person.<\/p>\n
Mom did.<\/p>\n
Diane argued that Brent was not on title, had no enforceable ownership agreement, and had not shown a legal basis to stop the sale.<\/p>\n
Brent\u2019s attorney produced records of payments allegedly made toward the house.<\/p>\n
Diane produced the source of those funds.<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s accounts.<\/p>\n
My transfers.<\/p>\n
The circular movement.<\/p>\n
By the end, the judge denied the emergency request.<\/p>\n
The sale could proceed.<\/p>\n
Mom called from the courthouse steps.<\/p>\n
Her voice shook.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s over.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know. But this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She began crying.<\/p>\n
\u201cI saw him.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cBrent?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he talk to you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you talk to him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWere you close?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAcross the hallway.\u201d<\/p>\n
I could picture it.<\/p>\n
My mother and brother separated by twenty feet and months of damage.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he look like?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question escaped before I could stop it.<\/p>\n
Mom was quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cTired.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe lost weight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe looked at me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cI almost went over.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I knew what I would do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApologize.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her honesty hurt.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor making him suffer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She breathed out slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
The closing date was set for five weeks later.<\/p>\n
During that period, the house became both more precious and less real.<\/p>\n
Mom began sorting.<\/p>\n
Furniture.<\/p>\n
Photographs.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s tools.<\/p>\n
Christmas decorations.<\/p>\n
Boxes of school papers.<\/p>\n
Every object demanded a decision.<\/p>\n
Keep.<\/p>\n
Donate.<\/p>\n
Sell.<\/p>\n
Discard.<\/p>\n
One Saturday, we spent six hours on video while she sorted the hall closet.<\/p>\n
I watched from Lisbon.<\/p>\n
She held up my old high-school jacket.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou want this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou loved this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was seventeen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt still looks good.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt has my maiden\u2014well, my old school mascot across the back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou could wear it around Portugal.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI absolutely could not.\u201d<\/p>\n
She put it in the donation pile.<\/p>\n
Next came Brent\u2019s baseball glove.<\/p>\n
Mom stopped.<\/p>\n
The room changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe used to sleep with this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was nine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned it over in her hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat should I do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s yours to decide.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She sat with it for a while.<\/p>\n
Then placed it in a box marked BRENT.<\/p>\n
Not every memory had to be destroyed because the adult outcome was painful.<\/p>\n
That mattered.<\/p>\n
We were learning to separate past love from present permission.<\/p>\n
The week before closing, Mom found an envelope in Dad\u2019s desk.<\/p>\n
His handwriting was on the front.<\/p>\n
Eleanor.<\/p>\n
She called me immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven\u2019t opened it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat it will say something I don\u2019t want to hear.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat could it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen open it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStay with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m here.\u201d<\/p>\n
The letter was old.<\/p>\n
Written during Dad\u2019s final year, after a health scare but before the illness that eventually took him.<\/p>\n
Mom read it aloud.<\/p>\n
It was not a dramatic farewell.<\/p>\n
Mostly practical.<\/p>\n
Insurance contacts.<\/p>\n
Where documents were stored.<\/p>\n
Reminders about the furnace warranty.<\/p>\n
A note about the car title.<\/p>\n
Then, near the end, his tone changed.<\/p>\n
If the house ever becomes too much, sell it.<\/p>\n
Mom stopped reading.<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep going.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice broke.<\/p>\n
A house is supposed to serve the people inside it. People aren\u2019t supposed to serve the house.<\/p>\n
Mom began crying.<\/p>\n
So did I.<\/p>\n
There was more.<\/p>\n
Do not keep this place out of guilt for me.<\/p>\n
Use what I leave to make your life easier.<\/p>\n
And make the kids responsible for their own lives. We gave them a start. We are not required to carry them forever.<\/p>\n
Mom could not finish the sentence.<\/p>\n
I put my hand over my mouth.<\/p>\n
For years, Dad\u2019s memory had been used to justify preserving everything.<\/p>\n
The house.<\/p>\n
The support.<\/p>\n
The family arrangement.<\/p>\n
Now his actual words said the opposite.<\/p>\n
Mom whispered, \u201cHe knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew what I was like.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew what Brent was like.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled through tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed weakly.<\/p>\n
There was no command in Dad\u2019s letter about my career.<\/p>\n
No demand that I fund the house.<\/p>\n
No expectation that I remain nearby.<\/p>\n
Only permission.<\/p>\n
Let go if you need to.<\/p>\n
Mom placed the letter beside her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m taking this with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
Two days later, Brent learned about it.<\/p>\n
I never found out how.<\/p>\n
Maybe a relative told him.<\/p>\n
Maybe Mom mentioned it to someone.<\/p>\n
He called her.<\/p>\n
She answered.<\/p>\n
That still worried me, but I understood why she did it.<\/p>\n
Their conversation lasted eleven minutes.<\/p>\n
When she called me afterward, she sounded shaken but not destroyed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe says the letter proves Dad wanted us to stay together.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he wrote about the kids.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not what the letter says.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you tell him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said you\u2019ve poisoned me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked where I\u2019m moving.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you tell him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDiane said not to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked for Dad\u2019s tools.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat seems reasonable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI offered them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe also asked for money.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty thousand.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo settle something with the supplier.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you say no?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did he react?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said if I cared about keeping him out of jail, I would help.\u201d<\/p>\n
My body went cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s manipulation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe may genuinely be in trouble, but that doesn\u2019t make you responsible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sound like you believe it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I do.\u201d<\/p>\n
She paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told him something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said I already spent years trying to protect him from consequences.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said I wasn\u2019t doing it anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing for a while.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked if I loved him.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes closed.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told him yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then I said love was not the same as paying.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
The sentence our family had spent years refusing to learn.<\/p>\n
Love was not the same as paying.<\/p>\n
I repeated it quietly.<\/p>\n
Mom did too.<\/p>\n
The closing happened on a Friday.<\/p>\n
I took the morning off.<\/p>\n
Mom video-called me from the empty living room before leaving.<\/p>\n
The walls looked strange without furniture.<\/p>\n
Every room echoed.<\/p>\n
She walked me through slowly.<\/p>\n
The kitchen.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s chair was gone.<\/p>\n
The hallway.<\/p>\n
The basement.<\/p>\n
The bedroom where I had slept during my visits.<\/p>\n
Then she stopped near the front door.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is where your suitcase was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI hate that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She touched the wall.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wish I had stopped him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo do I.\u201d<\/p>\n
No comforting lie.<\/p>\n
No rewriting.<\/p>\n
Just truth.<\/p>\n
Then she picked up her handbag.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m ready.\u201d<\/p>\n
She closed the door.<\/p>\n
The sale proceeds paid off the mortgage and most of the home-equity debt.<\/p>\n
Legal fees and other obligations reduced what remained.<\/p>\n
It was far less than the house should have given Mom after decades of ownership.<\/p>\n
But it was enough.<\/p>\n
Enough for a smaller condominium.<\/p>\n
Enough for stability.<\/p>\n
Enough to stop drowning.<\/p>\n
That evening, Mom called from her temporary rental.<\/p>\n
\u201cI keep thinking I should feel devastated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI also feel lighter.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThose can both be true.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
We sat quietly.<\/p>\n
Then she said, \u201cDiane called.\u201d<\/p>\n
My body tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe investigators found something in Brent\u2019s business records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA list of family assets.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe already knew he had one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice was different.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis one has another name on it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat name?\u201d<\/p>\n
She hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour aunt Carol.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then Mom added the sentence that ended any possibility that the damage was limited to us.<\/p>\n
\u201cDiane says Brent may have borrowed against her information too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brent\u2019s threat arrived through his attorney the next morning. If Mom listed the property, he would seek an injunction. Diane called the claim \u201caggressive but weak.\u201d Mom called it terrifying. … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9313,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9325","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\/9325","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=9325"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9325\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9360,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9325\/revisions\/9360"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9313"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9325"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9325"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9325"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}