I kept the photograph in my hand.<\/p>\n
Michael sat opposite me in the study, looking suddenly older than seventy-one. The desk lamp sharpened every crease in his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have one chance,\u201d I said. \u201cStart at the beginning.\u201d<\/p>\n
He gave a tired shake of his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere isn\u2019t one beginning.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen choose one.\u201d<\/p>\n
For years, I had imagined what it would feel like if Michael finally spoke openly about 2008. In those fantasies, he accused me. I apologized. Perhaps he forgave me.<\/p>\n
I had never imagined sitting across from him with evidence of a surgery I could not remember.<\/p>\n
Michael pointed toward the positive pregnancy test.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe emergency department found that first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow far along was I?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe record said eight weeks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas that accurate?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI believed it was.\u201d<\/p>\n
The qualification caught me.<\/p>\n
\u201cBelieved?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLater I found discrepancies.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat discrepancies?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDates. Notes that didn\u2019t match. Missing pages.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would anyone alter the records of an unconscious high-school teacher?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael looked at the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you weren\u2019t just a teacher to them.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed once, without humor.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was I?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father\u2019s daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer made even less sense.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father had been dead for years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe left me a modest inheritance and the house was sold. What does that have to do with Ethan?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael opened another drawer.<\/p>\n
From beneath several folders he removed a cream-colored envelope.<\/p>\n
My name was written across the front.<\/p>\n
I recognized the handwriting immediately.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s.<\/p>\n
My fingers went cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did you get this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt came to me after your hospitalization.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve had a letter from my father for eighteen years?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy is it unopened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it was addressed to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat didn\u2019t stop you from hiding it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I reached for it.<\/p>\n
Michael put his hand over the envelope.<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore you open this, you need to understand why I kept it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMove your hand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSusan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMove it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did.<\/p>\n
I held the envelope but did not open it yet.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael looked toward the dark window.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause somebody threatened Jake.\u201d<\/p>\n
Every thought stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout three weeks after you came home from the hospital, I received a photograph.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJake walking across campus.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin prickled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was a note.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat if I kept investigating your hospital records, the next photograph would be taken after something happened to him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you call the police?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey found nothing useful. No fingerprints. No return address.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should have told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had just tried to kill yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI overdosed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou still should have told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was terrified that telling you would push you over the edge again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you chose for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word was quiet.<\/p>\n
No excuse followed it.<\/p>\n
I looked down at my father\u2019s envelope.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd that explains eighteen years?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael rubbed his wedding ring.<\/p>\n
\u201cI kept looking.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe truth about the hospital. Ethan. Your father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvery time I got close, someone reminded me that Jake was vulnerable.\u201d<\/p>\n
He told me about being followed in 2010. About a break-in the following year when nothing was stolen. About finding the study window forced open in 2016 and discovering that a box of my father\u2019s old papers had disappeared.<\/p>\n
I remembered that break-in.<\/p>\n
Michael had told me teenagers were probably responsible.<\/p>\n
Another lie.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou lied so often,\u201d I said, \u201cthat you built an entire second life inside this house.\u201d<\/p>\n
He flinched.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were already carrying enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was not yours to decide.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. You know you\u2019ve been caught now.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me, hurt crossing his face.<\/p>\n
For once, I did not soften my words to protect him.<\/p>\n
I opened my father\u2019s envelope.<\/p>\n
There was one sheet of paper inside.<\/p>\n
The first line made me stop.<\/p>\n
Susan, if you are reading this, then Michael could no longer keep you away from the truth.<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow could Dad have written this before he died?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael said nothing.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
My father wrote that certain assets connected to his estate had deliberately been concealed from me. He warned that people he once trusted had become interested in controlling them.<\/p>\n
Then came a sentence about the affair.<\/p>\n
It had not begun by accident.<\/p>\n
I had been chosen.<\/p>\n
My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n
I remembered Ethan entering my classroom for the first time with paint on his fingers and a crooked smile.<\/p>\n
His interest had seemed effortless.<\/p>\n
His compliments had seemed personal.<\/p>\n
What if none of it had been spontaneous?<\/p>\n
I kept reading.<\/p>\n
My father mentioned Harris.<\/p>\n
Never trust Harris completely.<\/p>\n
Then another sentence.<\/p>\n
The child is the key.<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat child?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael\u2019s face went pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy child?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t understand the letter at first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow could my father know I would become pregnant years after he died?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t necessarily know about that pregnancy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what was he talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I reached the bottom.<\/p>\n
The final lines were more disturbing.<\/p>\n
The child you carried in 2008 was not lost in the way you were told.<\/p>\n
My fingers trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael stared at the desk.<\/p>\n
I read the next sentence.<\/p>\n
The child survived.<\/p>\n
The paper slipped from my hand.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, neither of us moved.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael bent to retrieve the letter.<\/p>\n
I snatched it before he could.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs this real?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Dad write it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI had the handwriting examined.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the sentence again.<\/p>\n
The child survived.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSusan\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I was eight weeks pregnant. A baby cannot survive outside the womb at eight weeks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen this is wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe records may be wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat records?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael stood and unlocked a second cabinet.<\/p>\n
Inside were folders arranged by year.<\/p>\n
2008.<\/p>\n
2009.<\/p>\n
2010.<\/p>\n
All the way to the present.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are those?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything I found.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou investigated this for eighteen years?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhile barely speaking to me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The absurdity of it made me laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou could spend eighteen years investigating my life, but you couldn\u2019t sit across from me and have a conversation?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was trying to keep you out of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou succeeded.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n
I turned away.<\/p>\n
\u201cShow me what you found.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael removed the 2008 folder.<\/p>\n
Inside were copies of hospital records, correspondence, photographs, and handwritten notes.<\/p>\n
Then he placed a birth record in front of me.<\/p>\n
A name appeared near the top.<\/p>\n
Lily Harris.<\/p>\n
Date of birth: October 29, 2008.<\/p>\n
I calculated automatically.<\/p>\n
Seven months after my hospitalization.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t work.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why do you have this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep reading.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mother: unknown.<\/p>\n
Father: unknown.<\/p>\n
My pulse quickened.<\/p>\n
\u201cHarris.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRelated to Dr. Harris?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was raised in his household.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think this girl is my daughter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t say that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father\u2019s letter says my child survived. You show me the birth certificate of a girl born seven months later and raised by my doctor, and you expect me not to ask?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what to expect anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you find her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael looked away.<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went silent.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know where she has lived.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long have you known?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYears.\u201d<\/p>\n
I could barely breathe.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew there might be a daughter of mine alive somewhere, and you never told me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know she was yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou suspected.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you test her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you speak to her?\u201d<\/p>\n
His hesitation answered before his mouth did.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot directly at first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwelve years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pushed away from the desk.<\/p>\n
I wanted to scream. Instead, my voice came out low.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew her when she was six.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew of her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat distinction means nothing to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt mattered then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause people were looking for her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never identified all of them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas Ethan one?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHis real name was Daniel Harris.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHarris?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was Dr. Harris\u2019s son.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room seemed to lose its air.<\/p>\n
The man I had betrayed my husband with had been the son of the doctor who later treated me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe targeted me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause of my father?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what I eventually concluded.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the pregnancy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael pressed his fingertips against his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think Daniel knew before you did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked again at Lily\u2019s birth record.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael said nothing.<\/p>\n
I slammed my palm against the desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know where she is tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you know who raised her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDr. Harris?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd his wife.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know the complete answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou always have just enough truth to justify the next secret.\u201d<\/p>\n
He lowered his eyes.<\/p>\n
That hurt more than an argument would have.<\/p>\n
I searched the folder myself.<\/p>\n
Near the back was a photocopy of another note in my father\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
Three short lines.<\/p>\n
The account is not in Susan\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
The child is the key.<\/p>\n
Never trust Harris.<\/p>\n
I stared at it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat account?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMoney?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho controls it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what I\u2019ve been trying to learn.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cEighteen years, Michael.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEighteen years of sleeping down the hall from me while all of this sat behind a locked door.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEighteen years of letting me believe your silence was punishment.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes lifted.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
That stopped me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t punishing you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stopped touching me the day you discovered my affair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou moved into another room.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou barely spoke to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat would you call that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael stared at the photograph of Daniel and me.<\/p>\n
\u201cFear.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen of what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf losing you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed again.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had me in the same house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t what I mean.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExplain it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He struggled for several seconds.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen you overdosed, I thought you were going to die. Then I learned you were pregnant. Then the hospital records started changing. Your doctor was connected to the man you were sleeping with. Your father had left warnings I didn\u2019t understand. Someone threatened Jake.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cI hated what you had done. I couldn\u2019t forgive you. But I still loved you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you turned me into a stranger.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI convinced myself distance would keep me clearheaded.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor eighteen years?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI kept waiting for the danger to end.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd did it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at Lily\u2019s birth certificate.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s starting again.\u201d<\/p>\n
A chill ran through me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone has been asking about her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe last few weeks.\u201d<\/p>\n
The timing struck me.<\/p>\n
My pain.<\/p>\n
The physical examination.<\/p>\n
The ultrasound.<\/p>\n
The records.<\/p>\n
I picked up Lily\u2019s birth certificate.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe turns eighteen next month.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cOctober twenty-ninth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you think that matters.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause of whatever my father hid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I paced toward the window.<\/p>\n
Outside, our street was silent.<\/p>\n
For eighteen years, I had believed our house contained one secret: my affair.<\/p>\n
Now it seemed the affair itself had been a doorway into something that had begun before I met Daniel Harris and continued long after he disappeared.<\/p>\n
My phone rang.<\/p>\n
Dr. Evans.<\/p>\n
I answered immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cSusan, I\u2019ve reviewed the copies you brought.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you find?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are missing pages in the operative report.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael watched me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of pages?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe section documenting exactly what was done after the exploratory procedure.\u201d<\/p>\n
My grip tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you tell whether I was pregnant?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe laboratory work strongly supports that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you tell what happened to the pregnancy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot from these copies.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Lily\u2019s birth record.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat would you need?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe original records, if they still exist.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything else?\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cPotentially genetic evidence, depending on what you\u2019re trying to establish.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cDr. Evans, I may have found a birth record for a girl who could be connected to what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael\u2019s head snapped toward me.<\/p>\n
Dr. Evans became very quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cConnected how?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSusan, listen carefully. Until you understand what you have, do not confront anyone alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause records do not disappear accidentally very often.\u201d<\/p>\n
After the call ended, I looked at Michael.<\/p>\n
He had heard enough.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s right,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m done letting fear make decisions for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSusan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Lily exists, I\u2019m finding her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know what that could trigger.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I slipped the birth record into my purse.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut for the first time in eighteen years, the decision is mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
I kept the photograph in my hand. Michael sat opposite me in the study, looking suddenly older than seventy-one. The desk lamp sharpened every crease in his face. \u201cYou have … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":22499,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-22503","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\/22503","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=22503"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22503\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22538,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22503\/revisions\/22538"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/22499"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=22503"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=22503"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=22503"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}