Nobody moved.<\/p>\n
Michael remained standing beside the dining table, one hand gripping the back of his chair.<\/p>\n
I could hear Richard's old clock ticking from the living room.<\/p>\n
For thirteen years, I had carried a simple version of my husband's death.<\/p>\n
He came home tired.<\/p>\n
He complained about coffee the next morning.<\/p>\n
Later, his heart stopped.<\/p>\n
Doctors said cardiac arrest.<\/p>\n
I mourned him without questioning the sequence.<\/p>\n
Now Michael was telling me Richard had visited him the previous night intending to go to the police.<\/p>\n
"Sit down," I said.<\/p>\n
Michael did.<\/p>\n
"What was your father going to report?"<\/p>\n
He looked toward Lisa.<\/p>\n
Then Jennifer.<\/p>\n
"Everything."<\/p>\n
"That isn't an answer."<\/p>\n
"The forged authorization. David's theft. Victor's foundation transfers. The Front Range money."<\/p>\n
"Why then?"<\/p>\n
"Because he'd decided covering things up had made everything worse."<\/p>\n
The irony was almost unbearable.<\/p>\n
Richard had reached the same conclusion I had reached thirteen years later.<\/p>\n
"What happened at your house?"<\/p>\n
"We argued."<\/p>\n
"About what?"<\/p>\n
"He wanted documents."<\/p>\n
"What documents?"<\/p>\n
"Copies of the financial records I'd gotten using the authorization."<\/p>\n
"You told Daniel you'd surrendered them."<\/p>\n
"I lied."<\/p>\n
There was no excuse attached.<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
"What else?"<\/p>\n
"He wanted records from Front Range."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"He suspected Victor was moving foundation money through the project."<\/p>\n
"Did you give them to him?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"Because some of the records implicated me."<\/p>\n
Jennifer whispered, "Michael."<\/p>\n
He ignored her.<\/p>\n
"I wasn't stealing from Dad. I was moving money between entities trying to keep the development alive."<\/p>\n
"Without authorization?"<\/p>\n
"Sometimes."<\/p>\n
"So you were afraid."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"Of prison?"<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
At last, the motive beneath thirteen years of control stood naked.<\/p>\n
Michael had not merely feared financial loss.<\/p>\n
He had feared exposure.<\/p>\n
"What did Richard say?"<\/p>\n
"He said he was done protecting us."<\/p>\n
The sentence hurt.<\/p>\n
I could hear my husband's voice saying it.<\/p>\n
Not loudly.<\/p>\n
Richard never needed volume when he was certain.<\/p>\n
"He said he was going home to tell you everything."<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
"He never did."<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"What time did he leave?"<\/p>\n
"Around eleven."<\/p>\n
Richard had come home late that night.<\/p>\n
I remembered waking when the mattress shifted.<\/p>\n
I had asked whether everything was all right.<\/p>\n
He said he had been dealing with business.<\/p>\n
Then he kissed my forehead.<\/p>\n
I went back to sleep.<\/p>\n
"What happened the next morning?"<\/p>\n
Michael looked confused.<\/p>\n
"You were there."<\/p>\n
"No. Tell me your part."<\/p>\n
"Dad called me."<\/p>\n
"When?"<\/p>\n
"Early."<\/p>\n
"What did he say?"<\/p>\n
"That he wanted me at your house."<\/p>\n
"Did you come?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"I was angry."<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
Richard had called his son on the morning he died.<\/p>\n
Michael ignored him.<\/p>\n
The parallel with my hospital visit was impossible to miss.<\/p>\n
"Did he leave a message?"<\/p>\n
Michael hesitated.<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"Do you still have it?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Did you listen?"<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"What did he say?"<\/p>\n
Michael's face had gone pale.<\/p>\n
"He said he'd made his decision."<\/p>\n
"What decision?"<\/p>\n
"He was going to turn over the records."<\/p>\n
"Anything else?"<\/p>\n
"He said he loved me."<\/p>\n
My eyes burned.<\/p>\n
Michael looked down.<\/p>\n
"He said whatever happened afterward, I was still his son."<\/p>\n
For a moment, he was no longer the man who tried to take my money.<\/p>\n
He was a boy remembering the last words his father left him.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered what he had done with those words.<\/p>\n
"What did you do?"<\/p>\n
"Nothing."<\/p>\n
"Nothing?"<\/p>\n
"I didn't call back."<\/p>\n
"Your father died that afternoon."<\/p>\n
"I know."<\/p>\n
"Did you tell anyone about the voicemail?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"Because after he died, there was no reason to expose everything."<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Richard's death had solved Michael's immediate problem.<\/p>\n
That did not mean Michael caused it.<\/p>\n
But it gave him motive to keep silent.<\/p>\n
Thomas, who had attended the meeting at my request, spoke carefully.<\/p>\n
"Did you see Richard after he left your house?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Did anyone?"<\/p>\n
"I don't know."<\/p>\n
Lisa was staring at Michael.<\/p>\n
"You told me Dad never contacted you again."<\/p>\n
"I lied."<\/p>\n
Jennifer pushed her chair back.<\/p>\n
"How many times are you going to say that today?"<\/p>\n
Michael turned toward her.<\/p>\n
"As many as necessary."<\/p>\n
For once, the answer contained no defensiveness.<\/p>\n
I asked the question I was afraid to ask.<\/p>\n
"Did you do anything that contributed to your father's death?"<\/p>\n
Michael stared at me.<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Did you hurt him?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Give him anything?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Threaten him?"<\/p>\n
"We argued."<\/p>\n
"Did you threaten him?"<\/p>\n
He closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
"I told him if he went to the police, he'd destroy the family."<\/p>\n
The same accusation he later used against me.<\/p>\n
A phrase repeated across generations.<\/p>\n
Truth destroys the family.<\/p>\n
As if lies had been preserving it.<\/p>\n
"What did Richard say?"<\/p>\n
Michael looked at me.<\/p>\n
"He said the family was already being destroyed."<\/p>\n
I turned away.<\/p>\n
That sounded exactly like him.<\/p>\n
Thomas asked whether Richard had consumed alcohol at Michael's house.<\/p>\n
One whiskey.<\/p>\n
Maybe two.<\/p>\n
Medication?<\/p>\n
Michael did not know.<\/p>\n
Food?<\/p>\n
Dinner earlier.<\/p>\n
Nothing unusual.<\/p>\n
No physical confrontation.<\/p>\n
No fall.<\/p>\n
No injury.<\/p>\n
Michael's story was terrible, but it was not evidence of murder.<\/p>\n
I reminded myself of that.<\/p>\n
"What makes you think his death wasn't natural?" I asked.<\/p>\n
Michael frowned.<\/p>\n
"I didn't say that."<\/p>\n
"You said I still thought his heart simply gave out."<\/p>\n
"I meant you didn't know what happened before it."<\/p>\n
The distinction mattered.<\/p>\n
I felt a rush of anger.<\/p>\n
"Then don't make accusations you can't support."<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
"You're right."<\/p>\n
That was another surprise.<\/p>\n
Perhaps Michael had finally understood that every half-truth now cost him more.<\/p>\n
The meeting ended after three hours.<\/p>\n
David was brought in for the final portion.<\/p>\n
He admitted the theft.<\/p>\n
He admitted the accident.<\/p>\n
He admitted Richard had saved him from consequences.<\/p>\n
He also admitted he had relapsed into gambling.<\/p>\n
Lisa sat beside him but did not touch him.<\/p>\n
When they left, she told him she would not return home with him.<\/p>\n
I did not ask where she would go.<\/p>\n
For once, that was her decision to manage.<\/p>\n
Jennifer remained after everyone else.<\/p>\n
"Do you think Michael had something to do with Dad dying?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
She looked surprised.<\/p>\n
"You believe him?"<\/p>\n
"I believe evidence."<\/p>\n
That was the rule I intended to keep.<\/p>\n
"Then why do you look scared?"<\/p>\n
"Because your father tried to tell me something before he died, and I never heard it."<\/p>\n
"What?"<\/p>\n
I remembered an old answering machine.<\/p>\n
Richard hated cell phones then. We still kept a landline in the kitchen.<\/p>\n
The machine had been replaced years ago.<\/p>\n
But I remembered something from the week after his funeral.<\/p>\n
A voicemail.<\/p>\n
Not words.<\/p>\n
Static.<\/p>\n
I had assumed it was an accidental call.<\/p>\n
Suddenly the memory felt important.<\/p>\n
"What time did Richard die?" I asked.<\/p>\n
Jennifer knew approximately.<\/p>\n
I knew exactly.<\/p>\n
The hospital record gave the official time.<\/p>\n
But the emergency began earlier.<\/p>\n
I went upstairs and opened the box containing Richard's personal papers.<\/p>\n
Buried beneath sympathy cards was an old spiral notebook.<\/p>\n
During the days after his death, I had written everything down because grief made memory unreliable.<\/p>\n
Calls.<\/p>\n
Doctors.<\/p>\n
Funeral arrangements.<\/p>\n
People who brought food.<\/p>\n
I found the page.<\/p>\n
2:08 p.m. \u2013 strange voicemail from Richard's cell? mostly noise.<\/p>\n
My hands began shaking.<\/p>\n
Richard's collapse had occurred shortly afterward.<\/p>\n
Had he called me?<\/p>\n
Why couldn't I remember?<\/p>\n
Jennifer looked over my shoulder.<\/p>\n
"Do you still have the machine?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Could the message exist somewhere?"<\/p>\n
I didn't know.<\/p>\n
The telephone provider from thirteen years earlier had been acquired twice.<\/p>\n
Thomas investigated anyway.<\/p>\n
The voicemail itself was almost certainly gone.<\/p>\n
But billing records might survive in archives.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, the renewed financial investigation gave authorities reason to examine Richard's final days more carefully.<\/p>\n
Nobody declared his death suspicious.<\/p>\n
Nobody suggested homicide.<\/p>\n
But investigators wanted to know whether stress, medication, alcohol or any other circumstances had contributed.<\/p>\n
His medical records showed known cardiovascular disease.<\/p>\n
He had concealed symptoms from me.<\/p>\n
Jennifer had been right about that.<\/p>\n
Richard had experienced chest pressure for months.<\/p>\n
His physician recommended additional testing.<\/p>\n
He postponed it.<\/p>\n
The man who spent his final months fixing everyone else's disasters had neglected his own heart.<\/p>\n
That realization was almost more painful than conspiracy.<\/p>\n
"He probably died naturally," I told Thomas.<\/p>\n
"Possibly."<\/p>\n
"Don't turn grief into suspicion just because we're finding ugly things."<\/p>\n
"I won't."<\/p>\n
That was why I trusted him.<\/p>\n
Two days later, the old telephone records arrived.<\/p>\n
Richard had called our home at 2:07 p.m.<\/p>\n
Duration: forty-three seconds.<\/p>\n
My notebook recorded the strange voicemail at 2:08.<\/p>\n
Then another record.<\/p>\n
At 2:11, Richard called Daniel Mercer.<\/p>\n
Duration: three minutes, eighteen seconds.<\/p>\n
Daniel had never mentioned speaking to him that afternoon.<\/p>\n
I called Thomas immediately.<\/p>\n
"Ask Daniel what Richard said."<\/p>\n
Daniel's attorney arranged the conversation.<\/p>\n
Daniel remembered.<\/p>\n
He had never realized the timing mattered.<\/p>\n
Richard sounded distressed.<\/p>\n
Not confused.<\/p>\n
Not intoxicated.<\/p>\n
Angry.<\/p>\n
"He said he'd found proof," Daniel told us.<\/p>\n
"Proof of what?"<\/p>\n
"That money had been moved again."<\/p>\n
"Whose money?"<\/p>\n
"The foundation's."<\/p>\n
"By Victor?"<\/p>\n
"He thought so."<\/p>\n
"Did he mention Michael?"<\/p>\n
Daniel hesitated.<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
"What did he say?"<\/p>\n
"That Michael had been protecting Victor because exposing Victor would expose him."<\/p>\n
The Front Range transfers.<\/p>\n
"Anything else?"<\/p>\n
"He said he was going to call Thomas."<\/p>\n
Thomas checked his old records.<\/p>\n
No call appeared.<\/p>\n
Richard never reached him.<\/p>\n
"What happened during your conversation?"<\/p>\n
"He suddenly stopped talking."<\/p>\n
"Stopped?"<\/p>\n
"I heard breathing."<\/p>\n
"Then?"<\/p>\n
"A noise."<\/p>\n
"What kind?"<\/p>\n
"Something falling."<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
"Did you call emergency services?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
I stared at the speakerphone.<\/p>\n
"Why not?"<\/p>\n
"I asked if he was all right. He came back on."<\/p>\n
"What did he say?"<\/p>\n
Daniel's voice lowered.<\/p>\n
"He said, 'I'm fine. Just dizzy.'"<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Richard had been having a cardiac event.<\/p>\n
"Then?"<\/p>\n
"He said he needed to go."<\/p>\n
"Did you call me?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"I thought he was home."<\/p>\n
He wasn't.<\/p>\n
Richard had been in his car.<\/p>\n
Records showed his phone connected to a tower near a commercial district.<\/p>\n
"What was he doing there?"<\/p>\n
Daniel did not know.<\/p>\n
Thomas obtained location information from old business records.<\/p>\n
The tower covered several blocks.<\/p>\n
One address stood out.<\/p>\n
Victor Hale's former office.<\/p>\n
Richard had likely gone there after leaving Michael's house and after deciding to expose everything.<\/p>\n
Victor was interviewed.<\/p>\n
At first, he denied seeing Richard that day.<\/p>\n
Then investigators showed him parking records.<\/p>\n
Richard's car had entered the building garage.<\/p>\n
Victor changed his statement.<\/p>\n
Yes.<\/p>\n
Richard had come.<\/p>\n
They argued.<\/p>\n
"About the foundation money?" I asked Thomas afterward.<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"Did Victor hurt him?"<\/p>\n
"He denies it."<\/p>\n
"Evidence?"<\/p>\n
"None yet."<\/p>\n
Victor claimed Richard became pale during the argument.<\/p>\n
He offered to call an ambulance.<\/p>\n
Richard refused.<\/p>\n
Then Richard left.<\/p>\n
Parking records showed his car exited twenty-six minutes later.<\/p>\n
His call to our house occurred shortly afterward.<\/p>\n
I imagined him alone behind the wheel.<\/p>\n
Chest hurting.<\/p>\n
Dizzy.<\/p>\n
Trying to reach me.<\/p>\n
The strange voicemail was no longer strange.<\/p>\n
It might have captured the moment my husband realized he was in trouble.<\/p>\n
I had not answered because I had been at the grocery store.<\/p>\n
There was no guilt in that.<\/p>\n
I refused to create guilt where none belonged.<\/p>\n
But grief returned anyway.<\/p>\n
The next discovery came from Aaron Hale.<\/p>\n
While helping investigators inventory Victor's old files, he found a storage drive.<\/p>\n
It contained scanned documents from Front Range.<\/p>\n
One folder had Richard's name.<\/p>\n
Inside was a letter drafted the day before Richard died.<\/p>\n
Addressed to Thomas.<\/p>\n
Richard described unauthorized transfers, the forged power of attorney and concerns that Michael and Victor had become financially entangled.<\/p>\n
At the bottom, Richard wrote that he intended to provide the evidence to authorities if the money was not restored immediately.<\/p>\n
There was also an attachment.<\/p>\n
A spreadsheet.<\/p>\n
Transfers totaling four hundred sixty thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
Foundation money.<\/p>\n
Moved through Front Range.<\/p>\n
Then into MH Holdings.<\/p>\n
Michael had received far more than the questionable two-hundred-fifty-thousand-dollar note suggested.<\/p>\n
Thomas stared at the records.<\/p>\n
"This changes the financial investigation."<\/p>\n
"Does it prove Michael stole it?"<\/p>\n
"No. We need context."<\/p>\n
"Does it explain why Richard was going to police?"<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
I thought of Michael sitting at my table.<\/p>\n
He had admitted his father planned to report everything.<\/p>\n
But he had not told us how much of the missing money reached his company.<\/p>\n
I called him.<\/p>\n
He answered.<\/p>\n
"Did four hundred sixty thousand dollars from the foundation move into MH Holdings?"<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
"Michael."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"Investment repayments."<\/p>\n
"Were they legitimate?"<\/p>\n
"Some."<\/p>\n
"Some."<\/p>\n
"I didn't know where all the money originated."<\/p>\n
"Did your father believe you?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Do you expect me to?"<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
The answer surprised me.<\/p>\n
"What aren't you telling me?"<\/p>\n
Michael breathed out slowly.<\/p>\n
"Mom, I spent thirteen years telling myself Dad died before I could fix it."<\/p>\n
"Fix what?"<\/p>\n
"Everything."<\/p>\n
"You couldn't."<\/p>\n
"I know that now."<\/p>\n
"That isn't an answer."<\/p>\n
He sounded tired.<\/p>\n
"I knew some of Victor's transfers were improper."<\/p>\n
"How many?"<\/p>\n
"Enough."<\/p>\n
"And you accepted the money."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"My company needed it."<\/p>\n
The same reason.<\/p>\n
Always the same reason.<\/p>\n
"And when your father discovered it?"<\/p>\n
"He gave me until morning to return what I could and turn over the records."<\/p>\n
"But he died."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"So you kept the money."<\/p>\n
"Most of it was already gone."<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
"Michael, did you ever wonder whether your father died believing you would do the right thing?"<\/p>\n
His voice broke.<\/p>\n
"Every day."<\/p>\n
For the first time, I believed his pain without allowing it to excuse him.<\/p>\n
"Then you have another chance."<\/p>\n
"To do what?"<\/p>\n
"Tell investigators everything."<\/p>\n
He said nothing.<\/p>\n
"If you want one thing from your father that money cannot buy, take the chance he gave you thirteen years ago."<\/p>\n
"What chance?"<\/p>\n
"To tell the truth before someone forces you."<\/p>\n
The call ended.<\/p>\n
I did not know what Michael would choose.<\/p>\n
The next morning, Thomas arrived carrying a sealed envelope.<\/p>\n
"What now?"<\/p>\n
"Michael's attorney delivered it."<\/p>\n
Inside was a written statement.<\/p>\n
Thirty-seven pages.<\/p>\n
Michael had decided to cooperate.<\/p>\n
He admitted knowledge of improper Front Range transfers.<\/p>\n
He admitted using information against Victor.<\/p>\n
He admitted participating in the old financial authorization scheme.<\/p>\n
He admitted attempting to move the protected reserve.<\/p>\n
He admitted planning the conservatorship strategy.<\/p>\n
He named everyone involved.<\/p>\n
Including himself.<\/p>\n
I read until my eyes hurt.<\/p>\n
Then I reached the final pages.<\/p>\n
There, Michael described the last conversation with Richard.<\/p>\n
His father had stood at Michael's door and said he would rather see his son lose everything honestly than keep anything built on fraud.<\/p>\n
Michael wrote that he hated him for saying it.<\/p>\n
Then Richard added something else.<\/p>\n
If you ever become the kind of man who sees your mother as an account balance, I will have failed both of you.<\/p>\n
I stopped reading.<\/p>\n
Richard had known.<\/p>\n
Not exactly what would happen.<\/p>\n
But what could.<\/p>\n
Attachment B had never been primarily about money.<\/p>\n
It was a boundary written by a dying father who knew he might not be there to enforce one himself.<\/p>\n
Thomas let me sit quietly.<\/p>\n
Eventually I turned the page.<\/p>\n
Michael's final paragraph contained no request for forgiveness.<\/p>\n
He simply stated that he would surrender records, cooperate with investigators and accept whatever consequences followed.<\/p>\n
For the first time since the hospital, I felt something other than anger toward him.<\/p>\n
Not forgiveness.<\/p>\n
Not yet.<\/p>\n
Something smaller.<\/p>\n
The beginning of respect for one decision.<\/p>\n
Then Thomas's phone rang.<\/p>\n
He answered.<\/p>\n
Listened.<\/p>\n
His face became serious.<\/p>\n
"What?" I asked when he ended the call.<\/p>\n
"Investigators finished tracing the recent attempted transfer from your protected account."<\/p>\n
"We already know it went toward MH Holdings."<\/p>\n
"The request named MH Holdings."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"But that wasn't the final destination."<\/p>\n
I felt the familiar tightening in my chest.<\/p>\n
"Where was the money supposed to go?"<\/p>\n
Thomas placed his phone on the table.<\/p>\n
"An offshore account."<\/p>\n
"Michael's?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Victor's?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Whose?"<\/p>\n
He looked directly at me.<\/p>\n
"The account was opened using Jennifer's identity."<\/p>\n
Nobody moved. Michael remained standing beside the dining table, one hand gripping the back of his chair. I could hear Richard's old clock ticking from the living room. For thirteen … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":10712,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10724","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-insightdrama"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10724","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10724"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10724\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10744,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10724\/revisions\/10744"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10712"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10724"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10724"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10724"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}