Jake kept his finger on the sentence beneath the photograph.<\/p>\n
Thomas agreed because Susan must never know who he is.<\/p>\n
No one spoke.<\/p>\n
The refrigerator hummed behind us. Somewhere outside, a truck passed on the wet street, tires hissing over pavement. Ordinary sounds continued with almost insulting confidence while the three of us stared at a sentence my mother had written three decades earlier.<\/p>\n
Jake finally lowered the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho he is,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t write what he did. She wrote who he is.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael\u2019s face tightened.<\/p>\n
I understood what Jake meant.<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s wording suggested Thomas\u2019s identity itself had been dangerous.<\/p>\n
Not merely the fact that he might have donated sperm.<\/p>\n
Who he was.<\/p>\n
I took the photograph back.<\/p>\n
Thomas stood beside my father, smiling slightly at the camera. He was younger than I remembered him from the anniversary party, but the familiarity was stronger now. Something about his forehead. The shape of his mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake\u2019s voice pulled me back.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not the same as no.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI saw him once. Maybe more than once. I don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake pushed away from the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould he be my biological father?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question was unavoidable.<\/p>\n
Still, hearing my son say it made something inside me recoil.<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael stared at the tabletop.<\/p>\n
Jake looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael raised his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook at me.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf he is, what does that make you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael\u2019s mouth opened, but no words came.<\/p>\n
I watched thirty-one years pass across his face.<\/p>\n
A newborn sleeping on his chest.<\/p>\n
Teaching Jake to ride a bicycle in the driveway.<\/p>\n
Little League games.<\/p>\n
Broken windows.<\/p>\n
Parent-teacher conferences.<\/p>\n
College tuition.<\/p>\n
Arguments about curfews.<\/p>\n
Airport pickups.<\/p>\n
Christmas mornings.<\/p>\n
A thousand ordinary acts that no laboratory could measure.<\/p>\n
Finally Michael said, \u201cYour father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cEven if\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The certainty in Michael\u2019s voice surprised all of us.<\/p>\n
He stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhatever happened in that clinic, I changed your diapers. I sat up when you had croup. I taught you to drive, badly. I fought with you about calculus homework when neither of us understood calculus.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake\u2019s mouth twitched despite himself.<\/p>\n
Michael continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was there when you broke your wrist. I was there when Melissa dumped you and you pretended you didn\u2019t care. I was there when you graduated.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf someone tells me tomorrow that we share no DNA, that changes a medical fact. It does not erase my life.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael wiped his eyes.<\/p>\n
Then Jake crossed the kitchen and hugged him.<\/p>\n
Michael froze.<\/p>\n
I could not remember the last time I had seen them embrace for more than a second.<\/p>\n
Then Michael wrapped both arms around our son.<\/p>\n
I looked away.<\/p>\n
Not because I wanted privacy.<\/p>\n
Because the sight hurt.<\/p>\n
For eighteen years, our family had rationed affection as though there were not enough to survive on.<\/p>\n
When they separated, Jake cleared his throat.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe still need to know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Michael said.<\/p>\n
I turned the photograph over again.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas Lawson.\u201d<\/p>\n
Both men looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d Jake asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think his surname was Lawson.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour maiden name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou remember?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot exactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
The anniversary party surfaced in fragments.<\/p>\n
My father standing near the bar.<\/p>\n
My mother touching a tall man\u2019s sleeve.<\/p>\n
Someone saying, Thomas came all this way.<\/p>\n
Then another memory.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n
Your brother made his choice.<\/p>\n
My eyes opened.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake saw my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood so quickly the chair scraped backward.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father had a brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never told me that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI barely knew anything about him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was his name?\u201d<\/p>\n
I pressed my fingertips against my forehead.<\/p>\n
Family stories came back as disconnected phrases.<\/p>\n
An argument.<\/p>\n
A departure.<\/p>\n
California.<\/p>\n
My grandmother refusing to discuss him.<\/p>\n
Then the name arrived.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake became motionless.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour uncle?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father\u2019s younger brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael picked up the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat would explain the same surname.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the phrase family source.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWait.\u201d<\/p>\n
He raised both hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re saying my biological father might be your uncle?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one is saying that yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou just said his name was Thomas Lawson.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said I think it was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas he at the clinic?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe photograph says he was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas his code T.L.?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Grandma wrote that you could never know who he was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake walked away.<\/p>\n
He stood with his back to us.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is insane.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had no argument.<\/p>\n
Michael sat down slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would Margaret choose Susan\u2019s uncle?\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer came to me before I wanted it.<\/p>\n
\u201cGenetic continuity.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother cared about bloodlines.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael stared at me.<\/p>\n
I continued reluctantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe talked about family resemblance constantly. When Jake was little, she was always comparing him to my father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake gave a short, humorless laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe she knew exactly why.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered her examining his hands when he was a baby.<\/p>\n
Charles had those fingers.<\/p>\n
His ears are Lawson ears.<\/p>\n
That stubborn chin comes from our side.<\/p>\n
At the time, it had seemed like grandmotherly pride.<\/p>\n
Now it sounded like verification.<\/p>\n
Michael asked, \u201cWhy was Thomas estranged?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou must have heard something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOnly fragments. My father said he was unreliable. My mother once called him brilliant but impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas he a doctor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake already had his phone out.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas Lawson is going to be impossible to search without more.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAdd Charles Lawson,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
He did.<\/p>\n
The first results were unrelated.<\/p>\n
Then Jake added the city where my father had grown up.<\/p>\n
An old newspaper archive appeared.<\/p>\n
Lawson Brothers Awarded Science Scholarships.<\/p>\n
Two young men stood in a black-and-white photograph.<\/p>\n
Charles Lawson.<\/p>\n
Thomas Lawson.<\/p>\n
My father and his younger brother.<\/p>\n
The article said Thomas planned to study biochemistry.<\/p>\n
Michael leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cBiochemistry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake scrolled.<\/p>\n
Another article.<\/p>\n
Thomas Lawson completed graduate work in molecular biology.<\/p>\n
Then nothing for several years.<\/p>\n
A later business filing listed a Thomas E. Lawson as consultant to a biomedical laboratory.<\/p>\n
I recognized the laboratory name.<\/p>\n
It appeared on the kinship-test receipt.<\/p>\n
My hands went numb.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s the lab my mother paid.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Thomas worked there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis was planned.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence landed with quiet force.<\/p>\n
My mother had not simply found a convenient donor.<\/p>\n
If Thomas was the source, then my parents had selected my father\u2019s brother, a molecular biologist connected to the laboratory that later performed private kinship testing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat were they trying to do?\u201d Jake asked.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHave a child.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t explain all this.\u201d<\/p>\n
He was right.<\/p>\n
Anonymous donor conception, even concealed, would not explain genetic testing during pregnancy.<\/p>\n
It would not explain Vale\u2019s ethics investigation.<\/p>\n
It would not explain Harris\u2019s warning.<\/p>\n
It would not explain the procedure performed on me in 2008.<\/p>\n
Michael picked up Vale\u2019s letter.<\/p>\n
\u201c\u2018Future medical circumstances.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHarris said disclosure might become necessary under future medical circumstances.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pointed to the phrase.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe they were worried about something genetic.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat would explain Grandma telling me to get screened before having children.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room became cold again.<\/p>\n
I called Dr. Evans.<\/p>\n
Her receptionist said she was with a patient.<\/p>\n
I left a message containing only four words.<\/p>\n
We identified Thomas Lawson.<\/p>\n
Then I called the number we had found for Patricia Wynn.<\/p>\n
The retired embryology technician.<\/p>\n
The phone rang five times.<\/p>\n
A woman answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice was thin but alert.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs this Patricia Wynn?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy name is Susan Carter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou worked at Vale Reproductive Medicine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
Then she said, \u201cWho gave you this number?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI found it publicly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was a patient there thirty-one years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was a long time ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy doctor was Leonard Vale.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry, I can\u2019t help you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She was about to hang up.<\/p>\n
I said, \u201cThomas Lawson.\u201d<\/p>\n
The line went completely quiet.<\/p>\n
Michael and Jake watched me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Wynn?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did you hear that name?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice had changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI asked where you heard it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was my uncle.\u201d<\/p>\n
I heard her inhale.<\/p>\n
Then, very softly, \u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n
That single sound told me more than denial would have.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy son was conceived at Vale\u2019s clinic.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI cannot discuss former patients.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m the patient.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI still can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy consent was falsified.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cIn 2008 I was operated on while unconscious. Dr. Daniel Harris was involved. My mother had records from Vale.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mrs. Wynn whispered, \u201cDaniel should have told you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My knees weakened.<\/p>\n
\u201cTold me what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe promised he would if it became medically necessary.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt became medically necessary eighteen years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer stunned me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard about the hospital admission afterward.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDr. Harris.\u201d<\/p>\n
I put the phone on speaker.<\/p>\n
Michael leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Wynn,\u201d I said, \u201cmy son is here.\u201d<\/p>\n
She made a small sound.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is his name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJake.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow old?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThirty-one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know how old he would be.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake stared at the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou remember him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember the case.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat case?\u201d<\/p>\n
She did not answer.<\/p>\n
Instead she asked, \u201cIs Leonard still alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was when I last heard. Living under another name socially, though his legal name remained Vale.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Wynn, who was Thomas Lawson?\u201d<\/p>\n
She exhaled slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour uncle, as you said.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he do at the clinic?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wasn\u2019t an employee.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas he the donor?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI cannot confirm donor identities over the telephone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake leaned toward the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen tell me whether I should get genetic testing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mrs. Wynn stopped breathing for a second.<\/p>\n
When she answered, her voice had softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake went pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA complete hereditary panel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t diagnose you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not asking for a diagnosis.\u201d<\/p>\n
She hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cCardiac conditions. Certain clotting disorders. And a rare connective-tissue marker.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael grabbed a pen.<\/p>\n
I said, \u201cWhy those?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause those were among the concerns.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose concerns?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDr. Harris\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout Thomas?\u201d<\/p>\n
She did not answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout Jake?\u201d<\/p>\n
Still nothing.<\/p>\n
Then she said, \u201cSusan, there are things you were never told because people convinced themselves that knowing would hurt you more than ignorance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve heard that excuse enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not defending it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen help me.\u201d<\/p>\n
A long silence followed.<\/p>\n
Finally she said, \u201cDo you have Vale\u2019s old treatment number?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the ledger.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRead it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Wynn inhaled sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s the one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing by itself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what do I need?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe suffix.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere isn\u2019t one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere should be.\u201d<\/p>\n
I examined the photocopy.<\/p>\n
Jake took it from me and held it near the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s something cut off at the edge.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo characters.\u201d<\/p>\n
He angled the paper.<\/p>\n
\u201cLooks like\u2026 E7.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mrs. Wynn whispered something I could not hear.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does E7 mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was an internal classification.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCases that deviated from standard donor protocols.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand tightened around the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did mine deviate?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to see the record before I say more.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t have it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI might.\u201d<\/p>\n
The kitchen went silent.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have records?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot official ones.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Vale\u2019s clinic closed, I kept a personal notebook.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael said, \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mrs. Wynn heard him.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I was afraid someone would eventually pretend none of it happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes it contain my case?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan we come to you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cToday.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Michael.<\/p>\n
He was already reaching for his keys.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Wynn gave me an address.<\/p>\n
Before hanging up, she said, \u201cSusan?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not bring original documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause people spent years removing originals.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of the empty April 2008 folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know all of them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas my mother one?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The certainty hurt.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas Michael?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael looked at the phone.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Wynn paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot from the clinic.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
One accusation removed.<\/p>\n
Many remained.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas Thomas?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice became quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cLeonard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDr. Vale?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause your case was the one case he could never allow anyone to reconstruct completely.\u201d<\/p>\n
The line disconnected.<\/p>\n
Jake stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat made my conception that dangerous?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down at the photograph of Thomas Lawson.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think we\u2019re about to find out.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jake kept his finger on the sentence beneath the photograph. Thomas agreed because Susan must never know who he is. No one spoke. The refrigerator hummed behind us. Somewhere outside, … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":25828,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-25842","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\/25842","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=25842"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25842\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25890,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25842\/revisions\/25890"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/25828"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=25842"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=25842"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=25842"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}