Reagan\u2019s voice continued through the storage-unit feed after the sentence that froze the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou promised Finnley would never leave Oakwood alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
For one suspended second, Carter said nothing. Detective Vale stood with his back partly toward the camera, but even from that angle I could see the muscles tighten across his shoulders.<\/p>\n
My father reached for the laptop.<\/p>\n
I caught his wrist.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t mute it.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes met mine. \u201cYou\u2019ve heard enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I\u2019ve heard almost nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
On-screen, Carter moved closer to Reagan. \u201cKeep your voice down.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy? Camden is dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vale turned sharply toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop saying that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reagan folded her arms. \u201cYou\u2019re the one who signed off on the certificate.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vale looked toward the rear wall of the storage unit, where the hidden passage stood open.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was before Finnley found a door Camden built.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father exhaled through his nose.<\/p>\n
Carter crouched near the clock\u2019s empty hiding compartment. \u201cThe drive is gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reagan\u2019s expression changed. \u201cWhat drive?\u201d<\/p>\n
Neither man answered.<\/p>\n
She looked from Carter to Vale.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat drive?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vale said, \u201cGo home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReagan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have spent three years cleaning up your mistakes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carter laughed once. \u201cOur mistakes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou assured me Finnley was handled.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand tightened against the table.<\/p>\n
Dad was watching me instead of the screen.<\/p>\n
Maybe he expected anger.<\/p>\n
I felt something flatter.<\/p>\n
Colder.<\/p>\n
The woman who had lived in our house, eaten at our table, and stood beside my father at Christmas had just spoken about my attempted murder with the irritation of someone discussing unpaid taxes.<\/p>\n
Vale stepped closer to Reagan. \u201cWhat happened at Oakwood was not my operation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou put him there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo keep him alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCarter said\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCarter says whatever protects Carter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carter straightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cCareful.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vale did not move.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sent Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
The name hit me so suddenly that I leaned toward the screen.<\/p>\n
Mercer.<\/p>\n
The inmate who had known my father\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
Carter shrugged. \u201cMercer was supposed to ask questions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe carried a sharpened screwdriver.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe got nervous.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou paid another man eight months later.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat one never got near him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Camden had people watching.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reagan\u2019s face lost color.<\/p>\n
Dad reached toward the laptop again.<\/p>\n
This time I let him pause the video.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said before he could speak. \u201cYou don\u2019t get to protect me from the part that already happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
His hand remained on the trackpad.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was trying to keep you focused.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFocused on what? Breaking into the house of a woman who apparently wanted me dead?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t order Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut she knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked toward the maintenance-shed window.<\/p>\n
\u201cLong enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed quietly.<\/p>\n
He hated that laugh.<\/p>\n
He used to tell me when I was a teenager that silence and sarcasm were the two weapons people used when they had run out of good arguments.<\/p>\n
Now I had both.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me what Reagan is really involved in.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know the full extent.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat means you know some of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew Carter was moving money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore you were arrested.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she know I was framed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
That hurt more than it should have.<\/p>\n
Maybe because some stupid fragment of me had hoped Reagan\u2019s cruelty began after prison.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did she end up with the house?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad sat down.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe will she produced isn\u2019t mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe forged your will?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith help.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVale?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly. More likely an attorney Carter controls.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour real will?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHidden.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at the brass key.<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo more puzzles.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe real will is inside the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course it is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFinnley\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStop putting things in the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
Despite everything, something like shame crossed his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was the safest place when I hid it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently your definition of safe needs work.\u201d<\/p>\n
He accepted that.<\/p>\n
We watched the remaining feed.<\/p>\n
Carter ordered Reagan home.<\/p>\n
Vale stayed behind.<\/p>\n
After Reagan left, Vale stepped close enough to Carter that the camera caught every word.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Camden is alive, we have a different problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carter answered, \u201cWe always had that problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me you saw the body.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI saw what Reagan showed me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vale stared at him.<\/p>\n
Then his voice dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly did she show you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Carter did not answer.<\/p>\n
Dad stopped the feed.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never died at a hospital?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen whose body did they bury?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat question has bothered me for eight months.\u201d<\/p>\n
The cemetery suddenly felt different outside the thin shed walls.<\/p>\n
Not peaceful.<\/p>\n
Crowded with implications.<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you opened the grave?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I wanted them to believe I accepted the deception.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let someone be buried under your name and decided patience was the answer?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf the body is connected to Carter\u2019s network, disturbing the grave could warn people I don\u2019t yet know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat man has a family somewhere.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice changed.<\/p>\n
That was the first time I realized he had been thinking about the unknown body every day too.<\/p>\n
Dad stood and rolled out a paper map of Silver Lake.<\/p>\n
He had drawn additions over the original architectural layout.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe service passage begins here.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pointed to the eastern retaining wall beneath the property.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe house sits above an older stone foundation. When Claire and I renovated, we found part of the original servants\u2019 corridor. I kept it rather than sealing it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I traced the route.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt runs under the library.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo the wall behind my study.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said Reagan doesn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knows the study has hidden compartments. She does not know the passage still exists.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Carter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s comforting.\u201d<\/p>\n
He ignored the remark.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe ledger should be behind a steel panel inside the study wall.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about the real will?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn the same compartment.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cConvenient.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Deliberate.\u201d<\/p>\n
He met my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf I disappeared, I wanted the evidence and my estate records found together.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped away.<\/p>\n
He continued before I could respond.<\/p>\n
\u201cI amended my will after your conviction. Everything Reagan claims was left to her was intended to remain in trust until you were released.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe house. My controlling interest in Dennis Industrial Systems. Several investment accounts.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about Carter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA limited trust that required treatment for gambling addiction and financial supervision.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe must have loved that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe never knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReagan did?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo why fake the will?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause the house and company gave them legal access to everything I owned.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of Reagan\u2019s confidence on the phone.<\/p>\n
You have no standing.<\/p>\n
She had been depending on forged paper.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happens if the real will appears?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHer claim collapses.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Carter loses control of the company.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf we survive long enough to prove it.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was again.<\/p>\n
That calm way Dad inserted death into practical discussions.<\/p>\n
I studied the map.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen do we go?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we\u2019re done.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFinnley.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you try to lock me in another safe place while you decide what I\u2019m allowed to know, I walk out that door and go straight to Silver Lake alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
His jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat would be reckless.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI learned from you.\u201d<\/p>\n
He folded the map once, sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think I don\u2019t understand what I did?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think understanding it and regretting it are different.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI regret every day you spent inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you\u2019d do it again.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
That silence told the truth.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Carter had the gun to your head again,\u201d Dad said, \u201cyes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hated him for the answer.<\/p>\n
I respected him for not lying.<\/p>\n
That made it worse.<\/p>\n
We waited until nearly midnight.<\/p>\n
Dad changed out of the groundskeeper clothes and into dark work trousers, boots, and a black jacket. Without the gray beard shadowed beneath the cemetery cap, he looked less like an old stranger and more like the man I remembered, diminished by weight loss and time.<\/p>\n
He handed me a flashlight.<\/p>\n
I took it.<\/p>\n
Then he offered a small radio.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo phones once we cross the lake road.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCarter has access to the property network. Any active device might be detected.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou really built a fortress and then let Reagan inherit it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He gave me a tired look.<\/p>\n
\u201cTemporarily.\u201d<\/p>\n
We left through the cemetery\u2019s western service entrance.<\/p>\n
Dad had an old pickup hidden inside a maintenance garage.<\/p>\n
Not his truck.<\/p>\n
A faded municipal vehicle with no markings.<\/p>\n
He drove without headlights until we reached a gravel lane behind Pinecrest.<\/p>\n
For several miles, neither of us spoke.<\/p>\n
I watched his hands on the steering wheel.<\/p>\n
Same scar across his right knuckle.<\/p>\n
Same habit of tapping twice before turning.<\/p>\n
Three years had disappeared, then returned all at once.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou came to the trial every day,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas Carter watching you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReagan?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVale?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlways.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo when the judge sentenced me\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s hands tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat memory belongs to me too.\u201d<\/p>\n
He swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew the sentence before the judge said it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned fully toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVale told me the prosecutor would recommend three years if I didn\u2019t challenge the forensic evidence.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou helped negotiate it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The truck seemed suddenly too small.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew exactly how long I\u2019d be gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was told.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stood behind me while my lawyer called it a fair outcome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened the passenger door before he had fully stopped.<\/p>\n
We were on an abandoned forestry road half a mile from Silver Lake.<\/p>\n
\u201cFinnley.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped out.<\/p>\n
He killed the engine and followed.<\/p>\n
\u201cSay whatever you need.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou keep giving me pieces after I\u2019ve already made the next choice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m telling you now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I asked the right question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t honesty.\u201d<\/p>\n
He had no answer.<\/p>\n
We continued on foot.<\/p>\n
The woods behind Silver Lake had changed less than town.<\/p>\n
Pines crowded the ridge.<\/p>\n
Dry needles softened our steps.<\/p>\n
Far below, moonlight caught the black surface of the lake.<\/p>\n
Then I saw the house.<\/p>\n
My house.<\/p>\n
Lights glowed behind three downstairs windows.<\/p>\n
Reagan always left the kitchen pendants on.<\/p>\n
For one moment I remembered walking home from school and seeing those windows through snow.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed the cameras.<\/p>\n
New ones.<\/p>\n
Mounted beneath the eaves.<\/p>\n
Dad counted them quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cSix.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many used to be there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe upgraded.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCarter did.\u201d<\/p>\n
We descended toward the retaining wall.<\/p>\n
The hidden entrance was behind a section of ivy near the old boathouse path.<\/p>\n
Dad brushed leaves aside, revealing a narrow iron door nearly flush with stone.<\/p>\n
The brass key fit.<\/p>\n
I stopped him before he turned it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew this key opened both places.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy make me find the storage unit first?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I needed to know whether you\u2019d come looking.\u201d<\/p>\n
My temper flared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were testing me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was making sure you were free to choose.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou could have walked up to me at the cemetery and said, \u2018Finnley, I\u2019m alive.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if Carter had someone watching you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked back toward the ridge.<\/p>\n
\u201cI couldn\u2019t reveal myself until you reached a place I controlled.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wanted to argue.<\/p>\n
But this time, reluctantly, I understood.<\/p>\n
He unlocked the door.<\/p>\n
The passage beyond was narrow and damp.<\/p>\n
Old brick arched overhead.<\/p>\n
We moved in single file beneath the house.<\/p>\n
At one junction, Dad stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cKitchen above us.\u201d<\/p>\n
A muffled sound traveled through pipes.<\/p>\n
Footsteps.<\/p>\n
Then Reagan\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n
She was on the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cI said I\u2019m handling it.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Carter doesn\u2019t know everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad and I looked at each other.<\/p>\n
She continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou promised the grave would end this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another pause.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Camden is alive, we have to move the papers tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad whispered, \u201cWhat papers?\u201d<\/p>\n
I barely heard him.<\/p>\n
Reagan\u2019s footsteps crossed overhead.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t care what Vale wants.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Finnley cannot see Claire\u2019s file.\u201d<\/p>\n
My entire body went still.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
Claire.<\/p>\n
My mother.<\/p>\n
Reagan ended the call.<\/p>\n
Her footsteps faded.<\/p>\n
I turned to Dad.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat file?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
His confusion looked genuine.<\/p>\n
For once, he was hearing a secret at the same time I was.<\/p>\n
We reached the panel behind his study.<\/p>\n
Dad pressed his ear against it.<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
He opened it two inches.<\/p>\n
The study was dark.<\/p>\n
We slipped inside.<\/p>\n
Almost nothing remained where I remembered it.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s desk was gone.<\/p>\n
Bookshelves had been emptied.<\/p>\n
Family photographs removed.<\/p>\n
A large abstract painting covered the wall where Claire\u2019s portrait once hung.<\/p>\n
Dad stared at that empty space.<\/p>\n
I saw pain flicker across his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cLater,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
The steel compartment was behind a built-in cabinet.<\/p>\n
Dad removed two shelves and reached for the hidden latch.<\/p>\n
Nothing happened.<\/p>\n
He tried again.<\/p>\n
His expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe lock has been changed.\u201d<\/p>\n
I checked the doorway.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you open it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith tools.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTen minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n
A floorboard creaked in the hallway.<\/p>\n
We froze.<\/p>\n
Light appeared beneath the door.<\/p>\n
Someone entered.<\/p>\n
Dad pulled me behind the thick curtain beside the windows.<\/p>\n
The study door opened.<\/p>\n
Reagan stepped inside.<\/p>\n
She carried a key ring and a leather folder.<\/p>\n
From our hiding place, I could see only part of her profile.<\/p>\n
She crossed directly to the cabinet.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s hand closed around my arm.<\/p>\n
Reagan removed the shelves.<\/p>\n
She inserted a key we did not have.<\/p>\n
The steel door opened.<\/p>\n
Inside were three objects.<\/p>\n
A thick ledger.<\/p>\n
A sealed legal envelope.<\/p>\n
And a blue file folder.<\/p>\n
Reagan took only the blue folder.<\/p>\n
She shut the compartment, replaced the shelves, and left.<\/p>\n
Dad waited until her footsteps disappeared.<\/p>\n
Then he whispered the words that sent us after her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe ledger is still there.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the hallway.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Claire\u2019s file isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reagan\u2019s voice continued through the storage-unit feed after the sentence that froze the room. \u201cYou promised Finnley would never leave Oakwood alive.\u201d For one suspended second, Carter said nothing. Detective … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":11257,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11262","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\/11262","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=11262"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11262\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11282,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11262\/revisions\/11282"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/11257"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11262"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11262"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11262"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}