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<\/p>\nHe stood beneath the departures board, gripping his phone tightly, studying the information as if staring long enough might somehow change what had happened. Toronto. The name seemed painfully ordinary. He had anticipated a warning. An ultimatum. Perhaps some emotional announcement that she intended to leave him permanently. Instead, Emily had quietly walked away. She had gathered her belongings, taken Grace\u2019s ashes, and boarded a flight while he slept in the bedroom they had once called theirs.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Alexander\u2019s assistant, Daniel, waited several steps away, ready for his next instructions. \u201cWhat flight?\u201d Alexander asked. \u201cThe earliest available flight to Toronto departs in three hours.\u201d \u201cReserve it.\u201d Daniel paused. \u201cBoss, you\u2019re scheduled to meet the shipping partners this morning.\u201d \u201cCancel that.\u201d \u201cAnd your appointment with\u2014\u201d \u201cI told you to cancel everything.\u201d Daniel nodded before moving aside. Alexander sank into an airport chair. All around him, passengers hurried through their ordinary routines, people whose lives still seemed to make sense. A young couple quietly disagreed about their luggage. An older gentleman studied his newspaper. A mother fastened the buttons on her young son\u2019s jacket. Seeing the little boy, Alexander turned away.<\/p>\n
For five years, Grace had been the heart of Emily\u2019s entire existence. Alexander had convinced himself he belonged at that center as well. Only now did he begin to understand that sharing a home with someone was different from truly showing up for them. His phone buzzed. Madison. He let the call go unanswered. It rang once more. And then again. Eventually, he picked up. \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
His sister sounded hesitant. \u201cAlex, where are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe airport.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat for?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmily\u2019s gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence followed.<\/p>\n
Madison had always been the only family member willing to speak honestly to him. Growing up, she had never viewed Alexander as the intimidating businessman others saw, but as the older brother who helped with school assignments, escorted her home through storms, and patiently taught her how to drive.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she actually leave for Toronto?\u201d Madison asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she warn you beforehand?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen perhaps you need to give her some breathing room.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alexander shut his eyes.<\/p>\n
Breathing room.<\/p>\n
Emily had requested distance before.<\/p>\n
Following disagreements, forgotten dinners, and the afternoon he missed Grace\u2019s preschool presentation because of an urgent business matter.<\/p>\n
Even when disappointed, she had always stayed close enough for him to reach.<\/p>\n
But this time was different.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe brought Grace\u2019s ashes,\u201d he murmured.<\/p>\n
Madison spoke softly. \u201cShe is Grace\u2019s mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGrace was my daughter too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why disappear without saying anything to me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Madison remained quiet for several moments.<\/p>\n
When she finally replied, her tone was compassionate yet unwavering.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she may have felt disappearing was the only way you would finally understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her words affected him more deeply than any angry accusation.<\/p>\n
Alexander lowered his gaze toward his hands.<\/p>\n
He pictured Emily standing near the entrance of his mother\u2019s dining room, her expression exhausted yet remarkably controlled. He remembered her wishing him and Olivia happiness.<\/p>\n
He had listened to her.<\/p>\n
But he had not accepted what she meant.<\/p>\n
Even at that moment, he had assumed Emily would remain exactly where he expected\u2014heartbroken, waiting, and prepared to keep explaining her feelings.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have to speak with her,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlex, speaking to someone isn\u2019t the same as hearing them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
Madison had never heard him acknowledge that without immediately defending himself.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you really?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
Alexander gazed beyond the airport\u2019s enormous windows toward the runway.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I\u2019m finally starting to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Once their conversation ended, Daniel approached with his travel information.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour ticket is confirmed,\u201d he explained. \u201cBut I discovered something else.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alexander raised his head.<\/p>\n
Daniel offered him a narrow folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cI had the office review whether Mrs. Hayes arranged anything before her departure. She ended the lease on the downtown apartment and moved her personal banking accounts to Canada.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alexander frowned. \u201cShe opened an account in Canada?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt appears so. Her new company also provided temporary accommodation and assistance with moving.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHer new company?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe agreed to take the Toronto job several weeks earlier.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a moment, the surrounding airport noise seemed to fade.<\/p>\n
\u201cSeveral weeks ago?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel nodded. \u201cEverything was approved before Grace\u2019s accident.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alexander stared silently at the documents.<\/p>\n
Emily had already been considering leaving.<\/p>\n
Not because of the necklace. Not because of Olivia\u2019s celebration. Not because of a single evening at his mother\u2019s home.<\/p>\n
She had been quietly building a future separate from him before he even considered that their marriage might end.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy wouldn\u2019t she tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel shifted uneasily.<\/p>\n
\u201cPerhaps she did try.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alexander looked directly at him.<\/p>\n
Daniel had served as his assistant for seven years. He understood the importance of choosing his words, but he also recognized that Alexander no longer wanted comforting explanations.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Hayes contacted the office twice last month,\u201d Daniel explained. \u201cShe wanted to know whether you had time to discuss an important matter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alexander\u2019s face grew tense. \u201cWhy didn\u2019t anyone inform me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI placed both messages on your desk.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich messages?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel retrieved his phone and located the records.<\/p>\n
Alexander felt an unfamiliar emptiness spreading through his chest.<\/p>\n
He remembered those afternoons.<\/p>\n
The first notification had appeared while he prepared for an important discussion with potential investors. He briefly checked it, planning to contact Emily when the meeting ended.<\/p>\n
But then Olivia arrived unexpectedly at his office.<\/p>\n
She was distressed following an argument with her father, and Alexander devoted the afternoon to helping her organize a personal loan.<\/p>\n
By nightfall, Emily\u2019s message had become buried beneath countless newer notifications.<\/p>\n
The second message arrived while he was having dinner with Olivia and Madison.<\/p>\n
He had muted his phone.<\/p>\n
He never returned the call.<\/p>\n
Alexander settled back against his chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat were Emily\u2019s exact words?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel searched through his saved records.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wanted to know whether you could discuss an employment offer in Toronto. She mentioned that accepting it might mean relocating for a minimum of six months.\u201d<\/p>\n
Six months.<\/p>\n
Alexander vaguely remembered Emily mentioning a possible career change. He had barely paid attention, promising they could talk about it another time.<\/p>\n
Another time became the following day, and then the following week.<\/p>\n
While he kept postponing their conversation, Emily eventually made her choice independently.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t she leave earlier with Grace?\u201d he asked quietly.<\/p>\n
Daniel said nothing.<\/p>\n
The answer was painfully clear to them both.<\/p>\n
Emily had continued hoping their family could somehow remain together.<\/p>\n
Until the day they lost Grace.<\/p>\n
Three hours afterward, Alexander boarded his plane bound for Toronto.<\/p>\n
He traveled without security guards. He gave his business partners no explanation. His only belongings were a small travel bag and the folder Daniel had handed him.<\/p>\n
For the first time since adolescence, he was traveling without someone else organizing every detail of his journey.<\/p>\n
A flight attendant asked whether he wanted something to eat.<\/p>\n
He refused.<\/p>\n
Watching clouds stretch beneath the aircraft, he remembered the final morning he had spent with Grace.<\/p>\n
She had worn a cheerful yellow sweater decorated with a tiny embroidered sunshine. Emily was braiding her hair while Grace complained that one braid pulled more tightly than the other.<\/p>\n
Alexander stood beside the kitchen counter, responding to business messages.<\/p>\n
Grace hurried toward him carrying a picture.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaddy, see!\u201d<\/p>\n
He accepted the drawing without examining it properly.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt looks wonderful, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s our home,\u201d she explained. \u201cThat\u2019s Mommy and me and you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Three figures stood beneath an uneven blue sky.<\/p>\n
He had folded the drawing and slipped it into his jacket.<\/p>\n
Or at least, that was what he remembered doing.<\/p>\n
When he searched his pocket now, there was nothing inside.<\/p>\n
The picture was probably still tucked inside the suit he wore that morning, perhaps forgotten in a drawer or lying somewhere on his bedroom floor.<\/p>\n
A little drawing he had received without truly appreciating.<\/p>\n
Alexander faced the window again.<\/p>\n
He began wondering how many precious moments he had overlooked simply because he assumed there would always be another opportunity to notice them.<\/p>\n
Toronto felt colder than Chicago upon his arrival.<\/p>\n
Faint afternoon sunshine spread across the city, shimmering against tall glass buildings and rain-dampened streets.<\/p>\n
Although Daniel had arranged transportation, Alexander declined the waiting car and hailed a taxi instead.<\/p>\n
He provided the driver with Emily\u2019s temporary residential address.<\/p>\n
Her building occupied a peaceful street bordered by slender trees and traditional brick houses. It was modest compared with Alexander\u2019s usual surroundings, yet its generous windows and nearby corner bakery gave it a welcoming appearance.<\/p>\n
Emily lived on the fourth floor.<\/p>\n
Alexander remained outside her apartment for almost a full minute before finally knocking.<\/p>\n
There was no response.<\/p>\n
He tried knocking again.<\/p>\n
A woman emerged from the apartment next door.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you here for Emily?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
Alexander faced her. \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe went out early today.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you happen to know where?\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman examined him carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou must be Alexander, right?\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
He had not even realized Emily had begun her new position.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did she leave?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe had plans to visit the cemetery.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alexander suddenly struggled to breathe normally.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich one?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie told him its name.<\/p>\n
Then she paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe left something for me to give you if you showed up.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alexander noticed the envelope in her hand.<\/p>\n
Across the front, Emily had written his name in her familiar handwriting.<\/p>\n
No formal title. No Mr. Hayes.<\/p>\n
Only Alexander.<\/p>\n
He gently took the envelope.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas there anything else she wanted to say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie\u2019s expression became sympathetic.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe mentioned you might come searching for her before you were prepared to understand what she wrote.\u201d<\/p>\n
He studied the envelope.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was she trying to say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not sure.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie moved toward her doorway. \u201cBut she specifically asked that you not follow her to the cemetery.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alexander\u2019s expression tightened. \u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she needed somewhere that could remain just hers and Grace\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
His first instinct was to protest.<\/p>\n
But he caught himself.<\/p>\n
He could not demand that from her.<\/p>\n
Not anymore.<\/p>\n
He thanked Sophie before descending the staircase.<\/p>\n
Outside, a light rain had started.<\/p>\n
Standing beneath the shelter above the entrance, Alexander carefully opened Emily\u2019s envelope.<\/p>\n
Inside was a letter covering only two pages.<\/p>\n
Alexander,<\/p>\n
If this letter has reached you, it means you came after me.<\/p>\n
I expected that.<\/p>\n
You have always been determined to confront difficulties once ignoring them is no longer possible. I am not saying this to hurt you. It is simply something I have learned.<\/p>\n
For a long time, I mistook your talent for solving problems for a genuine desire to understand what caused them.<\/p>\n
You handled difficulties through money, careful arrangements, employees, and reassuring promises.<\/p>\n
When Grace needed another school, you contacted people.<\/p>\n
Whenever the house required attention, you hired help.<\/p>\n
When loneliness overwhelmed me, you surprised me with expensive gifts.<\/p>\n
But sometimes there was nothing I wanted you to repair.<\/p>\n
I simply wanted you beside me. I wanted you to wonder how I felt. I wanted you to recognize when I no longer bothered asking.<\/p>\n
Alexander went over those words twice.<\/p>\n
Raindrops pattered against the shelter overhead.<\/p>\n
Emily\u2019s letter went on.<\/p>\n
I chose the Toronto opportunity because I needed to discover who I could become beyond being your wife. I delayed telling you because I worried you would see my decision as one more problem requiring your intervention.<\/p>\n
I believed we would eventually find time to talk.<\/p>\n
And then we lost Grace.<\/p>\n
I believe you truly loved our little girl. I also know you never deliberately meant to disappoint her. But loving someone requires more than feelings. It requires being present during the moments we share.<\/p>\n
She stood waiting for you that afternoon because she believed your promise.<\/p>\n
I believed it too.<\/p>\n
Alexander paused, lowering the pages.<\/p>\n
A passing taxi swept through the rain, its wheels whispering against the damp pavement.<\/p>\n
He forced himself to continue.<\/p>\n
I do not want you to spend your life punishing yourself. Nor do I expect you to transform into a completely different person overnight.<\/p>\n
Grace\u2019s life was never meant to serve as your personal lesson, and no amount of visible suffering can undo our loss.<\/p>\n
She was our little girl.<\/p>\n
She was playful, determined, and endlessly inquisitive. She adored strawberries, bright yellow rain boots, and that familiar song you sang whenever she struggled to fall asleep.<\/p>\n
To her, there was nothing her father could not accomplish.<\/p>\n
Please hold on to the memory of who she was, rather than defining her by the afternoon you disappointed her.<\/p>\n
For the first time, Alexander could no longer maintain his composure.<\/p>\n
He carefully folded Emily\u2019s letter and held it close against his heart.<\/p>\n
He remained beneath the entrance shelter for several minutes as strangers passed him on the sidewalk.<\/p>\n
Eventually, he reached for his phone and called Madison.<\/p>\n
She picked up almost instantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWere you able to find her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI discovered a letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was written in it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Alexander gazed out at the road.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told me not to turn my remorse into the focus of her sorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
Madison said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd she\u2019s right,\u201d he admitted.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, she is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have no idea what comes next.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen make sure your first decision isn\u2019t about what you want.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shut his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you saying?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m saying you shouldn\u2019t insist on seeing her. Don\u2019t pressure her to offer forgiveness. And don\u2019t offer promises unless you\u2019re prepared to honor them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what should I do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTry listening, if she gives you that opportunity.\u201d<\/p>\n
Their conversation ended.<\/p>\n
Alexander went back to the hotel Daniel had reserved.<\/p>\n
He remained awake throughout the night.<\/p>\n
The following morning, he visited the publishing house where Emily had begun working.<\/p>\n
The receptionist immediately recognized him, although her expression showed concern rather than admiration.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019d like to speak with Emily Bennett.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s attending a meeting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can wait.\u201d<\/p>\n
The receptionist glanced toward the meeting rooms.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wasn\u2019t told you were coming.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
He took a seat in the reception area.<\/p>\n
Almost two hours passed without him placing a call, writing a message, or requesting that someone disturb her.<\/p>\n
When Emily eventually appeared, she froze.<\/p>\n
She was dressed in a navy-blue coat, holding several documents against her chest. Her hair was loosely secured behind her head, and faint signs of fatigue surrounded her eyes.<\/p>\n
She appeared slimmer than she had back in Chicago.<\/p>\n
Yet there was also a new sense of composure about her.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlexander,\u201d she murmured.<\/p>\n
He rose to his feet.<\/p>\n
Neither spoke or approached the other for several seconds.<\/p>\n
Throughout the flight, he had rehearsed this encounter repeatedly. In each imagined conversation, he found the perfect explanation. He insisted that Olivia had never held his heart. He explained the misunderstanding surrounding the necklace. He promised to become different.<\/p>\n
But standing before Emily, those rehearsed explanations suddenly sounded inadequate and self-serving.<\/p>\n
\u201cI finished reading your letter,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
She gave a small nod.<\/p>\n
\u201cI appreciate you waiting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t sure what else I could do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou could have telephoned.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI could have,\u201d she replied. \u201cBut there was a chance you wouldn\u2019t pick up.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her straightforward answer left him unable to defend himself.<\/p>\n
Emily studied him silently for several moments.<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
He had prepared himself for anger.<\/p>\n
Her quiet composure was much harder to face.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not expecting forgiveness just because I said I\u2019m sorry,\u201d he explained. \u201cI know that isn\u2019t enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I\u2019m not here to persuade you to return to Chicago.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked faintly surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not asking for that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to understand how everything reached this point. Not because I expect to change your decision. I realize I have no right to demand that. I just need to understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily tightened her grip on the documents.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had five entire years to figure that out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Alexander. I\u2019m not convinced you actually do.\u201d<\/p>\n
She spoke softly, yet the hurt behind her words was unmistakable.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou believe everything started with Olivia. That\u2019s not true. Olivia simply revealed what was already happening.\u201d<\/p>\n
He dropped his gaze.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was the girl you loved first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was someone I knew years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou organized a complete birthday party for her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHer father requested my assistance. Their business works with our shipping company.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou posed beneath birthday decorations while Madison shared a picture suggesting you two were something more.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never saw that photograph.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you understood how Olivia affected our marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alexander raised his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily\u2019s eyes shone with tears, although she remained composed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother welcomed her everywhere. Madison behaved as though Olivia already belonged in the family. You answered her calls during our meals, a.ban.don.ed our anniversary plans to assist her, and met her privately while insisting your business affairs were too risky for me to know about.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t trying to keep her a secret.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPerhaps not. But you made me invisible.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her words hung heavily between them.<\/p>\n
Alexander could offer no response.<\/p>\n
Emily glanced toward the entrance.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor years, I felt like an outsider in your world. When Grace arrived, I hoped everything might finally improve. And for some time, it did. You enjoyed being her dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI love her even now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know. But I still handled the everyday responsibilities. School paperwork. Medical visits. Outfits. Cooking. Bad dreams. Party invitations. You preferred the happy occasions everyone could celebrate.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alexander struggled to swallow.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhenever things became difficult, they were left to me,\u201d Emily continued. \u201cI kept convincing myself that the arrangement was fair because you worked so hard to provide for our safety.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI believed I was keeping you safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were preserving the version of family life you imagined. You never stopped to ask whether that version was what we actually needed.\u201d<\/p>\n
A worker crossed the lobby carrying cardboard boxes. Somewhere nearby, the steady sound of a printer filled the silence.<\/p>\n
Alexander considered everything he had created\u2014the hotels, casinos, transportation networks, and businesses that flourished because he knew how to identify potential dangers.<\/p>\n
He had assumed he could organize his marriage with similar precision.<\/p>\n
He finally recognized his mistake.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have no idea how to repair what happened,\u201d he admitted.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou cannot.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her answer was compassionate rather than harsh.<\/p>\n
He stood beneath the departures board, gripping his phone tightly, studying the information as if staring long enough might somehow change what had happened. Toronto. The name seemed painfully ordinary. … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3333,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[23,21,22,1,5,20],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6383","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-aita","category-daily-article","category-reddit-stories","category-story","category-story-daily","category-viral-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6383","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6383"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6383\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6388,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6383\/revisions\/6388"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/3333"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6383"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6383"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6383"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}