Four hours later, Sophie returned carrying a grocery bag.<\/p>\n
I heard Graham\u2019s car stop outside and went to the window.<\/p>\n
She got out by herself.<\/p>\n
No tears.<\/p>\n
No emergency text.<\/p>\n
No sign anything had gone wrong.<\/p>\n
Graham waited until she reached the porch before driving away.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s in the bag?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Sophie placed it on the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cPancake mix.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently Dad is trying to make pancakes his personality.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds dangerous.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe burns the first batch.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTradition.\u201d<\/p>\n
She took off her jacket.<\/p>\n
The visit had been fine.<\/p>\n
Not magical.<\/p>\n
Not terrible.<\/p>\n
They had gone to a bookstore, eaten lunch, and stopped by the old house where she and Ruby once lived with Graham.<\/p>\n
He asked before driving there.<\/p>\n
She agreed.<\/p>\n
Her bedroom had been repainted after he sold the house.<\/p>\n
That bothered her more than she expected.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt looked like somebody erased me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou weren\u2019t erased.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She opened the grocery bag.<\/p>\n
\u201cI took this from his kitchen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stole pancake mix?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said I could.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLess interesting.\u201d<\/p>\n
She leaned against the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I can do another visit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s all?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else should I say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
The girls\u2019 relationship with Graham continued that way.<\/p>\n
Measured.<\/p>\n
Uneven.<\/p>\n
Chosen.<\/p>\n
Ruby eventually spent one weekend a month with him.<\/p>\n
Sophie never wanted overnights.<\/p>\n
She preferred afternoons.<\/p>\n
Graham stopped asking whether that might change.<\/p>\n
Because he stopped asking, Sophie sometimes stayed longer.<\/p>\n
That lesson probably cost him more than all the court-ordered therapy.<\/p>\n
People moved closer when he stopped pulling.<\/p>\n
Emily married Marcus the following autumn.<\/p>\n
She asked Sophie and Ruby to stand with her.<\/p>\n
Sophie wore a dark green dress and complained about formal shoes.<\/p>\n
Ruby cried before the ceremony and denied it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re literally crying now,\u201d Sophie whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cAllergies.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInside a church?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDust.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily heard them and laughed from the dressing room.<\/p>\n
My mother attended.<\/p>\n
So did Sarah Mercer.<\/p>\n
Harold Benson sent flowers because traveling had become difficult.<\/p>\n
Eleanor Brooks came in person.<\/p>\n
She was eighty-six by then and still remembered every detail of the Saint Matthew nursery more clearly than most people remembered breakfast.<\/p>\n
When she saw Emily in her wedding dress, she reached up and touched her cheek.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew you when you were this small.\u201d<\/p>\n
She held her hands barely a foot apart.<\/p>\n
Emily swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou helped save me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI made noise.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat saved me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor accepted that.<\/p>\n
Daniel Mercer\u2019s photograph sat on a small memorial table beside one of Anna.<\/p>\n
Emily wanted both there.<\/p>\n
Not because they had handled everything perfectly.<\/p>\n
Because imperfect people had still made choices that kept her alive.<\/p>\n
That distinction became important in our family.<\/p>\n
We stopped sorting people into heroes and villains as easily as we once had.<\/p>\n
Robert Carter had done enormous harm.<\/p>\n
That did not make every generous thing he had ever done fictional.<\/p>\n
Daniel Mercer broke laws.<\/p>\n
He also protected Emily from people who intended to take her.<\/p>\n
Anna kept secrets far too long.<\/p>\n
She also raised a frightened child with love.<\/p>\n
My mother stayed silent when she should have spoken.<\/p>\n
She also helped me rebuild after the truth emerged.<\/p>\n
Graham lied, manipulated a court, and stole years from me.<\/p>\n
He also loved our daughters.<\/p>\n
None of those facts canceled another.<\/p>\n
The truth became harder.<\/p>\n
And healthier.<\/p>\n
At the reception, Sophie disappeared with Emily for almost twenty minutes.<\/p>\n
When they returned, Emily\u2019s makeup was slightly smeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing,\u201d Sophie said.<\/p>\n
Emily shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe asked if donating hurt.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Sophie.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never asked that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot really.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily touched Sophie\u2019s shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt did a little.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you were fighting leukemia. I thought complaining about sore hips would be rude.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s dumb.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
They both laughed.<\/p>\n
Then Sophie hugged her.<\/p>\n
Not because Emily was her donor.<\/p>\n
Not because Emily was Marianne\u2019s daughter.<\/p>\n
Because over the years they had become something simpler.<\/p>\n
Family.<\/p>\n
A year after the wedding, Dr. Whitman declared Sophie five years in remission.<\/p>\n
The appointment lasted twenty-three minutes.<\/p>\n
It felt shorter than every appointment before it.<\/p>\n
She reviewed the laboratory results.<\/p>\n
Checked Sophie\u2019s lymph nodes.<\/p>\n
Asked about fatigue.<\/p>\n
Asked about school.<\/p>\n
Then she closed the chart.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re doing very well.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds suspicious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo I come back next month?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree months?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSix?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOnce a year.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went silent.<\/p>\n
Ruby whispered, \u201cWhoa.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie did not smile immediately.<\/p>\n
I understood.<\/p>\n
For years, frequent appointments had frightened us.<\/p>\n
Now the absence of them felt frightening too.<\/p>\n
Dr. Whitman understood as well.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can call anytime.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cEven if my eyebrows hurt?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEspecially then.\u201d<\/p>\n
That finally made her laugh.<\/p>\n
We left the hospital through the same main doors I had entered years earlier when Sophie first became sick.<\/p>\n
I remembered that first day too clearly.<\/p>\n
Rain.<\/p>\n
Graham in the consultation room.<\/p>\n
A genetic report nobody understood.<\/p>\n
Sophie asking whether I had forgotten her.<\/p>\n
Now she was seventeen.<\/p>\n
Almost as tall as I was.<\/p>\n
Her hair had grown past her shoulders.<\/p>\n
She stopped outside.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want a picture?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruby groaned.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom will cry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re already doing the eyebrow face.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI hate both of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
They laughed.<\/p>\n
Emily, who had come to the appointment because Sophie asked her, took the photo.<\/p>\n
The girls stood beside me.<\/p>\n
No hospital bracelets.<\/p>\n
No IV pole.<\/p>\n
No court order determining whether I could touch them.<\/p>\n
Just us.<\/p>\n
That evening we had dinner at home.<\/p>\n
Graham came.<\/p>\n
It was the first time in years he had been inside my house for a family meal.<\/p>\n
I had decided the occasion mattered enough.<\/p>\n
He arrived with flowers.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor Sophie.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at them.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy flowers?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI panicked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNext time bring fries.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNoted.\u201d<\/p>\n
He handed them to her.<\/p>\n
She hugged him briefly.<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
During dinner, Ruby announced she had been accepted to two universities.<\/p>\n
Sophie accused her of burying the news.<\/p>\n
My mother began crying.<\/p>\n
Marcus opened a bottle of sparkling cider.<\/p>\n
Emily asked whether people were allowed to toast someone in remission without making the speech embarrassing.<\/p>\n
Sophie said no.<\/p>\n
Everyone ignored her.<\/p>\n
Graham spoke last.<\/p>\n
I tensed when he stood.<\/p>\n
He noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis will be short.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood,\u201d Sophie said.<\/p>\n
He looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cFive years ago, I thought the worst thing happening to our family was that secrets were coming out.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody moved.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe secrets were the problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then he looked at Sophie.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe truth gave you the medical history doctors needed.\u201d<\/p>\n
At Ruby.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt gave you your mother back.\u201d<\/p>\n
At Emily.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt gave us family we didn\u2019t know existed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Finally, he said, \u201cI wish I had learned sooner that truth doesn\u2019t destroy families. Sometimes it\u2019s the only thing that gives them a chance to become one.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sat down.<\/p>\n
Sophie considered the speech.<\/p>\n
\u201cAcceptable.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone laughed.<\/p>\n
Later, after the guests left, the girls helped clean.<\/p>\n
Ruby dried dishes badly.<\/p>\n
Sophie packed leftovers.<\/p>\n
On the living-room shelf sat the boxes of letters I had written during the custody separation.<\/p>\n
Nearby were photographs accumulated through the years.<\/p>\n
Emily\u2019s wedding.<\/p>\n
The zoo.<\/p>\n
Ruby\u2019s soccer team.<\/p>\n
Sophie\u2019s hospital milestone.<\/p>\n
A framed copy of the family rules Ruby had once written.<\/p>\n
The paper was worn.<\/p>\n
Rule Three still made everyone laugh.<\/p>\n
NO WEIRD RICH PEOPLE TRACKING BABIES.<\/p>\n
Sophie picked up the notebook.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe should add another.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
She took a pen.<\/p>\n
RULE FIVE.<\/p>\n
Then she wrote:<\/p>\n
YOU CAN LOVE SOMEONE WITHOUT LETTING THEM CONTROL YOU.<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cToo long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruby read it.<\/p>\n
\u201cNeeds punctuation.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie added a period dramatically.<\/p>\n
\u201cHappy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The rule stayed.<\/p>\n
Time continued.<\/p>\n
That sounds obvious.<\/p>\n
For years it had not felt obvious.<\/p>\n
Sophie graduated high school.<\/p>\n
Ruby left for college first and called every night for two weeks despite having spent years insisting she would enjoy independence.<\/p>\n
Emily had a baby boy.<\/p>\n
She named him Daniel.<\/p>\n
Sarah cried when she heard.<\/p>\n
Eleanor mailed a knitted blanket.<\/p>\n
Graham became the kind of father who asked instead of assumed.<\/p>\n
Not always.<\/p>\n
Sometimes old habits returned.<\/p>\n
The girls corrected him.<\/p>\n
He listened more often than he defended himself.<\/p>\n
My mother and I rebuilt something imperfect but real.<\/p>\n
I never forgot the wedding photograph.<\/p>\n
Never forgot that she recognized Robert and stayed silent.<\/p>\n
She never asked me to forget.<\/p>\n
That was part of why we could keep moving.<\/p>\n
One summer, years after the first zoo trip, all of us returned.<\/p>\n
Not because anything important had happened.<\/p>\n
No remission anniversary.<\/p>\n
No legal milestone.<\/p>\n
No investigation.<\/p>\n
Emily was visiting with baby Daniel.<\/p>\n
Ruby was home from college.<\/p>\n
Sophie had a rare free weekend.<\/p>\n
Someone suggested penguins.<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
The chick that once hid behind the rock was long gone.<\/p>\n
Different birds occupied the enclosure.<\/p>\n
Ruby counted anyway.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty-six.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie looked around.<\/p>\n
\u201cWrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou haven\u2019t even counted.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are twenty-six.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily joined in.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty-five.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTraitor.\u201d<\/p>\n
Baby Daniel pointed at the water and shouted something nobody understood.<\/p>\n
My mother sat on a bench.<\/p>\n
Graham stood farther away buying drinks.<\/p>\n
Years earlier, the arrangement would have seemed impossible.<\/p>\n
Not because everyone had forgiven everything.<\/p>\n
Because we had stopped believing family required that.<\/p>\n
Graham brought lemonade.<\/p>\n
He handed mine to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty-five or twenty-six?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot getting involved.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSmart.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie came over.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, settle it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou always count.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI absolutely do not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, you do.\u201d<\/p>\n
She took my hand and pulled me toward the enclosure.<\/p>\n
I counted.<\/p>\n
Twenty-five.<\/p>\n
Ruby demanded a recount.<\/p>\n
We counted again.<\/p>\n
Twenty-six.<\/p>\n
A bird had surfaced from the water.<\/p>\n
Ruby raised both arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie groaned.<\/p>\n
Some things deserved to remain exactly that small.<\/p>\n
A disagreement about penguins.<\/p>\n
A badly packed lunch.<\/p>\n
A text asking whether someone was buying milk.<\/p>\n
The ordinary life I once thought I had lost permanently had returned in pieces.<\/p>\n
Not the same life.<\/p>\n
Something different.<\/p>\n
Something chosen more carefully.<\/p>\n
Before we left, Sophie asked for a group photograph.<\/p>\n
We gathered awkwardly.<\/p>\n
Emily holding Daniel.<\/p>\n
Ruby complaining about the sun.<\/p>\n
My mother beside Sarah.<\/p>\n
Graham on the outer edge.<\/p>\n
Me between my daughters.<\/p>\n
A stranger offered to take the picture.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverybody ready?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie looked around.<\/p>\n
\u201cWait.\u201d<\/p>\n
She moved Graham half a step closer.<\/p>\n
Not beside me.<\/p>\n
Beside Ruby.<\/p>\n
Then she returned to my side.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
The camera clicked.<\/p>\n
The stranger checked the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cOne more?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlways take two.\u201d<\/p>\n
The second photograph caught everyone laughing because baby Daniel had grabbed Emily\u2019s hair.<\/p>\n
Years earlier, one hidden photograph helped unravel the Saint Matthew lie.<\/p>\n
Another revealed a man who should not have been in a nursery.<\/p>\n
A photograph showed Anna outside the hospital.<\/p>\n
Images once functioned as evidence in our family.<\/p>\n
This one proved nothing.<\/p>\n
That was why I loved it.<\/p>\n
No secret message.<\/p>\n
No clue.<\/p>\n
No person hidden in reflected glass.<\/p>\n
Just the people who were there.<\/p>\n
On the walk toward the parking lot, Sophie linked her arm through mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re doing the face.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m allowed one emotional face.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n
We walked several steps.<\/p>\n
Then she asked, \u201cDo you ever wish none of it happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question deserved care.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wish you never had leukemia. I wish nobody touched those hospital records. I wish Graham never took you away from me. I wish Marianne never had to hide. I wish Robert never frightened everyone into silence.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut wishing those things doesn\u2019t mean wishing away everyone we found afterward.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward Emily.<\/p>\n
\u201cLike her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie leaned against my shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m glad she exists.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMe too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m glad you came to the hospital that day.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped walking.<\/p>\n
\u201cSophie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were sick. There was nowhere else I would have been.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know now.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sentence contained years.<\/p>\n
She knew now.<\/p>\n
She knew I had written.<\/p>\n
She knew I had watched from parking lots.<\/p>\n
She knew I had fought.<\/p>\n
She knew Graham had lied.<\/p>\n
She knew the absence she remembered had never been abandonment.<\/p>\n
No court could give me back the years when she did not know.<\/p>\n
But nobody could take away the years ahead in which she did.<\/p>\n
Ruby shouted from the parking lot.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you two coming?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie called back.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes!\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on, Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
I followed her.<\/p>\n
There was no envelope waiting with another secret.<\/p>\n
No detective calling.<\/p>\n
No hidden archive box.<\/p>\n
No unnamed child.<\/p>\n
No laboratory result threatening to rearrange our family.<\/p>\n
Only an ordinary afternoon moving toward evening.<\/p>\n
For most of my life, I had thought endings arrived when mysteries were solved.<\/p>\n
They did not.<\/p>\n
Mysteries ended.<\/p>\n
Lives continued.<\/p>\n
The real ending was quieter.<\/p>\n
It was knowing which truths we would carry.<\/p>\n
Which harms we would remember.<\/p>\n
Which people we would let closer.<\/p>\n
Which ones we would keep at a distance.<\/p>\n
And which choices no one else would ever make for us again.<\/p>\n
At the car, Sophie opened the passenger door.<\/p>\n
Ruby protested.<\/p>\n
\u201cI called front.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were too slow.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI literally said it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said it from fifty feet away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat counts.\u201d<\/p>\n
They argued.<\/p>\n
Emily laughed.<\/p>\n
Graham shook his head.<\/p>\n
My mother asked whether anyone wanted dinner.<\/p>\n
Baby Daniel began crying.<\/p>\n
The parking lot filled with overlapping voices.<\/p>\n
I stood there listening.<\/p>\n
Years earlier, silence had nearly destroyed us.<\/p>\n
Now the noise felt like proof that we had survived it.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom!\u201d<\/p>\n
Both girls shouted at once.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho gets front?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at them.<\/p>\n
\u201cFigure it out yourselves.\u201d<\/p>\n
They complained.<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
Some decisions belonged to them.<\/p>\n
That, more than anything, was what we had finally learned.<\/p>\n
Four hours later, Sophie returned carrying a grocery bag. I heard Graham\u2019s car stop outside and went to the window. She got out by herself. No tears. No emergency text. … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":29902,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-29914","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\/29914","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=29914"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29914\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":29949,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29914\/revisions\/29949"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/29902"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=29914"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=29914"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=29914"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}