{"id":8739,"date":"2026-05-31T14:17:14","date_gmt":"2026-05-31T07:17:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/storyintheworld.com\/?p=8739"},"modified":"2026-05-31T14:17:14","modified_gmt":"2026-05-31T07:17:14","slug":"i-bought-my-dream-beach-house-to-finally-heal-in-peace-the-first-night-there-while-the-atlantic-rolled-quietly-beyond-my-balcony-my-stepmother-called-and-announced-were-moving-in-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/storyintheworld.com\/?p=8739","title":{"rendered":"I bought my dream beach house to finally heal in peace. The first night there, while the Atlantic rolled quietly beyond my balcony, my stepmother called and announced, \u201cWe\u2019re moving in tomorrow. Your father already agreed. Paige wants the upstairs balcony room, we\u2019ll take the master suite, and if you don\u2019t like it, you can live somewhere else.\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

IF YOU CAME FROM FACEBOOK, HERE\u2019S THE NEXT PART OF THE STORY, ENJOY !!<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re joking.\u201d<\/p>\n

No one laughed with her.<\/p>\n

She looked at me, face twisting.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re seriously kicking out your own family?\u201d<\/p>\n

I tilted my head.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen did you become my family, Paige?\u201d<\/p>\n

That landed.<\/p>\n

Her mouth opened, closed, then opened again.<\/p>\n

Victoria stepped in front of her daughter as if I had thrown something physical.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou spiteful little girl.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere she is,\u201d I said softly. \u201cI was wondering how long the linen act would last.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father winced.<\/p>\n

\u201cBonnie, please.\u201d<\/p>\n

I turned to him.<\/p>\n

That word \u2014 please \u2014 from his mouth still had power once. Years ago, it could have made me fold. Made me apologize for being wounded. Made me swallow truth so dinner could remain peaceful.<\/p>\n

But peace in that house had always required my silence.<\/p>\n

And I was done paying for it.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you remember Mom\u2019s blue room?\u201d I asked him.<\/p>\n

His face tightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis isn\u2019t the time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was my room after she died,\u201d I continued. \u201cThe one with the ocean paintings she made. I kept her scarf on the bedpost. Her books on the shelf. Her perfume bottle on the dresser even after it went empty.\u201d<\/p>\n

Victoria looked bored, but my father looked at the floor.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen Victoria said Paige needed more space.\u201d<\/p>\n

Paige muttered, \u201cOh my God.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you told me grief didn\u2019t give me ownership over a room.\u201d<\/p>\n

His eyes lifted.<\/p>\n

I saw it then. Not guilt exactly. Guilt would have been cleaner.<\/p>\n

It was recognition.<\/p>\n

He remembered.<\/p>\n

He remembered every little cruelty he had pretended was too small to matter.<\/p>\n

\u201cI moved into the guest room,\u201d I said. \u201cThen the storage room. Then the converted office over the garage. Every year, there was less of me in that house.\u201d<\/p>\n

Victoria\u2019s jaw clenched.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou were fed. You were clothed. You had school paid for. Don\u2019t stand there and perform tragedy.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. I had receipts. There\u2019s a difference.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then I opened the folder.<\/p>\n

Inside was another stack.<\/p>\n

Not the legal notice.<\/p>\n

Not the deed.<\/p>\n

Copies.<\/p>\n

Bank transfers. Insurance records. Emails printed on thick white paper. Photographs of furniture. Inventory lists. Estate correspondence. Notes in my mother\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n

Victoria saw the handwriting and went still.<\/p>\n

My father saw it too.<\/p>\n

I slid the first page across the counter.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen Mom got sick,\u201d I said, \u201cshe changed things.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father\u2019s face turned gray.<\/p>\n

I had wondered what he would look like when the truth cornered him.<\/p>\n

Now I knew.<\/p>\n

Old.<\/p>\n

He looked old.<\/p>\n

Not wise, not repentant. Just diminished.<\/p>\n

\u201cBonnie,\u201d he said, voice low, \u201clisten to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour mother was not herself near the end.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

The word cracked through the room.<\/p>\n

Even Paige stopped moving.<\/p>\n

I stepped closer to him.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo not stand in my house and tell me the woman who planned her own funeral playlist, labeled every Christmas ornament by year, and wrote birthday letters for me until I turned thirty-five was not herself.\u201d<\/p>\n

His eyes shone suddenly.<\/p>\n

Maybe with tears.<\/p>\n

Maybe with panic.<\/p>\n

\u201cI loved your mother.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou loved being forgiven by her,\u201d I said. \u201cThat isn\u2019t the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n

Victoria\u2019s hand landed on his arm.<\/p>\n

\u201cRichard.\u201d<\/p>\n

A warning.<\/p>\n

Not comfort.<\/p>\n

That was interesting too.<\/p>\n

I looked between them.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou haven\u2019t told her, have you?\u201d<\/p>\n

My father\u2019s head snapped up.<\/p>\n

Victoria\u2019s fingers tightened around his sleeve.<\/p>\n

\u201cTold me what?\u201d<\/p>\n

The silence changed texture.<\/p>\n

Before, it had been awkward.<\/p>\n

Now it had teeth.<\/p>\n

Paige took off her sunglasses.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n

Victoria didn\u2019t answer her.<\/p>\n

She stared at my father.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is she talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n

He swallowed.<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed once.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou still do that. You still think if you say a word firmly enough, reality will obey you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Victoria turned on me.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did he not tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n

I reached into the folder and removed the document no one in my family knew existed until that morning.<\/p>\n

It was not the deed.<\/p>\n

It was not the legal notice.<\/p>\n

It was a trust amendment.<\/p>\n

Signed by my mother six months before she died.<\/p>\n

Witnessed.<\/p>\n

Notarized.<\/p>\n

Filed.<\/p>\n

Forgotten by everyone except the lawyer who had retired to Vermont and finally returned my call two weeks ago.<\/p>\n

I placed it on the counter.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy mother didn\u2019t just leave me this beach house,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

Victoria\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe had no beach house.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked out through the glass at the silver Atlantic.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe did.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father closed his eyes.<\/p>\n

Victoria turned to him slowly.<\/p>\n

\u201cRichard.\u201d<\/p>\n

He kept his eyes shut.<\/p>\n

I continued, because I wanted every word to enter the room and stay there.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe bought it through a trust before she married him. Her father helped her. It was meant to be a place for her to paint, then later a place for me. My father knew.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Victoria said.<\/p>\n

I nodded toward the paper.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

Paige frowned.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what? She left you some house. Congratulations. Why are we having a courtroom drama?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause,\u201d I said, \u201cyour mother tried to sell it last month.\u201d<\/p>\n

Victoria\u2019s eyes flashed.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a lie.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs it?\u201d<\/p>\n

I pulled out another page.<\/p>\n

An email from a luxury coastal property broker.<\/p>\n

Victoria\u2019s name sat near the top.<\/p>\n

Not owner, of course.<\/p>\n

Prospective seller contact.<\/p>\n

My father whispered, \u201cYou saw that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI saw everything.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was not entirely true. Not at first.<\/p>\n

At first, I had only seen one mistake.<\/p>\n

One arrogant, sloppy mistake.<\/p>\n

A forwarded email that had landed in an old account my mother had created when I was sixteen. An account tied to the trust. An account no one had remembered existed.<\/p>\n

The email had asked for \u201cfinal authorization to proceed with valuation.\u201d<\/p>\n

Authorization.<\/p>\n

On my house.<\/p>\n

The house I had only moved into three months earlier after discovering it existed.<\/p>\n

The house my mother had hidden so well that even grief took years to lead me to it.<\/p>\n

I had spent that first week walking room to room, touching doorframes, opening cabinets, finding small proof of her everywhere.<\/p>\n

A paintbrush in a jar near the laundry sink.<\/p>\n

A blue sweater sealed in cedar.<\/p>\n

A mug that said I\u2019d rather be by the sea.<\/p>\n

A note tucked inside the piano bench.<\/p>\n

For B, when she is ready.<\/p>\n

I had not cried until I saw that.<\/p>\n

Not when I signed the transfer documents.<\/p>\n

Not when the lawyer told me how hard my mother had worked to protect it.<\/p>\n

Not when I learned my father had known the entire time.<\/p>\n

But that note broke me.<\/p>\n

Because my mother had believed there would come a day when I would be ready.<\/p>\n

And my father had tried to make sure that day never came.<\/p>\n

Victoria lifted her chin.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou cannot prove I tried to sell anything.\u201d<\/p>\n

The security officer glanced at me.<\/p>\n

I gave a small nod.<\/p>\n

He stepped forward with a second envelope.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is also for you, ma\u2019am.\u201d<\/p>\n

Victoria took it as if it might burn her.<\/p>\n

She opened it.<\/p>\n

This time, she did drop the paper.<\/p>\n

Paige bent to pick it up.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is this?\u201d<\/p>\n

Victoria snatched it back too late.<\/p>\n

Paige had already seen enough.<\/p>\n

Her expression changed.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n

Victoria said nothing.<\/p>\n

Paige\u2019s voice sharpened.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy is my name on this?\u201d<\/p>\n

My father looked confused now.<\/p>\n

That pleased me more than it should have.<\/p>\n

Victoria\u2019s schemes had layers even he hadn\u2019t been allowed to see.<\/p>\n

I folded my arms.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour mother submitted a preliminary occupancy affidavit claiming Paige had been promised residence here by my father as part of a family relocation arrangement.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was just paperwork,\u201d Victoria snapped.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cThat was fraud wearing perfume.\u201d<\/p>\n

Paige\u2019s cheeks flushed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou said Richard had handled it.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father turned to Victoria.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou told Paige she could live here?\u201d<\/p>\n

Victoria\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n

\u201cI told her we had options.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou told me Bonnie wouldn\u2019t fight it,\u201d Paige said.<\/p>\n

I smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat part was almost charming.\u201d<\/p>\n

Victoria glared.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou think you\u2019ve won because you hired guards and waved around old papers?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cI think I won because you came here with six suitcases.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t know anything.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know you sold the condo.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father inhaled sharply.<\/p>\n

Victoria went perfectly still.<\/p>\n

Paige looked between them.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

I almost pitied her then.<\/p>\n

Almost.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour mother\u2019s condo sold eleven days ago,\u201d I said. \u201cThe closing was yesterday. Which means this wasn\u2019t a visit. This was an invasion with luggage.\u201d<\/p>\n

Paige stared at Victoria.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou said we were renovating.\u201d<\/p>\n

Victoria\u2019s mouth tightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe are.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d my father said slowly. \u201cYou sold it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Victoria rounded on him.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause you said this place was available.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI said Bonnie might let us stay for a few days.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou said she owed you.\u201d<\/p>\n

He flinched.<\/p>\n

There it was.<\/p>\n

The family motto.<\/p>\n

Bonnie owes us.<\/p>\n

Bonnie owes us patience.<\/p>\n

Bonnie owes us forgiveness.<\/p>\n

Bonnie owes us access.<\/p>\n

Bonnie owes us her mother\u2019s house because we took everything else and she survived it, so surely she could survive one more theft.<\/p>\n

I pulled another paper from the folder.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is where things get uglier.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father gave a broken laugh.<\/p>\n

\u201cUglier?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

I slid the document toward him.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe trust amendment doesn\u2019t only transfer the beach house to me. It also includes a statement from Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n

His fingers hovered over the page but did not touch it.<\/p>\n

Victoria said, \u201cDon\u2019t read that.\u201d<\/p>\n

So of course I did.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy mother wrote: In the event of my death, I direct that no property held separately by me or in trust for my daughter shall be controlled, occupied, liquidated, leased, pledged, or transferred by my husband, Richard Hail, his subsequent spouse, partner, dependent, or agent.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father whispered, \u201cStop.\u201d<\/p>\n

But I didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe wrote: I make this provision due to repeated financial pressure placed upon me during my illness and my concern that my daughter\u2019s inheritance may be redirected, diminished, or concealed.\u201d<\/p>\n

The ocean moved beyond the glass.<\/p>\n

Inside, nobody breathed.<\/p>\n

Paige\u2019s voice came small.<\/p>\n

\u201cFinancial pressure?\u201d<\/p>\n

Victoria\u2019s eyes stayed on my father.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked ruined now.<\/p>\n

Not because he had done it.<\/p>\n

Because someone had written it down.<\/p>\n

That was the thing about people like my father. They could survive hurting you. They could survive your tears, your confusion, even your absence.<\/p>\n

But documentation terrified them.<\/p>\n

Victoria picked up the page and read quickly.<\/p>\n

Her face changed line by line.<\/p>\n

She wasn\u2019t shocked by the betrayal.<\/p>\n

She was calculating how close it came to her.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d she asked him.<\/p>\n

My father\u2019s mouth moved.<\/p>\n

No sound came out.<\/p>\n

I answered for him.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe tried to get Mom to sign over liquid assets while she was in treatment. Said it was for medical bills. It wasn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not true,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt went into a business account.\u201d<\/p>\n

His head bowed.<\/p>\n

Victoria stared at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat business account?\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t know about that either?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her silence was answer enough.<\/p>\n

For the first time that morning, Victoria looked less like an intruder and more like someone standing on a floor she had just realized was hollow.<\/p>\n

I almost admired my father\u2019s talent.<\/p>\n

He had built an entire life out of separate lies.<\/p>\n

One for me.<\/p>\n

One for my mother.<\/p>\n

One for Victoria.<\/p>\n

Maybe one for Paige too.<\/p>\n

He had made all of us orbit a version of him that never existed.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe account was closed after Mom died,\u201d I said. \u201cMost of the money vanished into debt repayment, one investment property, and Victoria\u2019s boutique.\u201d<\/p>\n

Victoria\u2019s head snapped toward him.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy boutique was from the settlement.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father said nothing.<\/p>\n

\u201cRichard.\u201d<\/p>\n

Still nothing.<\/p>\n

Paige sat down on the bottom stair.<\/p>\n

For once, she looked her age.<\/p>\n

Not the cruel teenager who used to wear my mother\u2019s jewelry to breakfast.<\/p>\n

Not the woman who arrived at my door ready to claim the balcony room.<\/p>\n

Just someone learning the palace had been rented.<\/p>\n

Victoria turned back to me.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at her for a long moment.<\/p>\n

There were so many answers.<\/p>\n

An apology.<\/p>\n

Years.<\/p>\n

My mother\u2019s scarf.<\/p>\n

Every photograph that disappeared.<\/p>\n

The pearl earrings Paige wore to prom.<\/p>\n

The sound of my father choosing me in a room where it mattered.<\/p>\n

But wanting those things was like wanting smoke to become bread.<\/p>\n

So I chose something possible.<\/p>\n

\u201cI want you out of my house.\u201d<\/p>\n

Victoria let out a brittle laugh.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

The second security officer stepped forward.<\/p>\n

\u201cMs. Hail, all three individuals must leave the property now. Any attempt to return without written authorization will result in immediate removal and possible legal action.\u201d<\/p>\n

Paige stood.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is insane.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at her suitcase near the entryway.<\/p>\n

\u201cTake your bags.\u201d<\/p>\n

Victoria didn\u2019t move.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou think this makes you powerful.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cIt makes me unavailable.\u201d<\/p>\n

That seemed to confuse her.<\/p>\n

Good.<\/p>\n

Power, she understood.<\/p>\n

Cruelty, she understood.<\/p>\n

Competition, performance, inheritance, possession \u2014 all familiar languages.<\/p>\n

But absence?<\/p>\n

Boundaries?<\/p>\n

The quiet refusal to keep bleeding where she could watch?<\/p>\n

That was foreign to her.<\/p>\n

My father stepped toward me.<\/p>\n

One officer shifted slightly.<\/p>\n

My father noticed and stopped.<\/p>\n

\u201cBonnie,\u201d he said. \u201cI made mistakes.\u201d<\/p>\n

The phrase was so small it almost disappeared.<\/p>\n

Mistakes.<\/p>\n

As if he had spilled wine on a rug.<\/p>\n

As if my childhood had been a series of clerical errors.<\/p>\n

I studied him.<\/p>\n

He had my eyes.<\/p>\n

I used to hate that.<\/p>\n

Now I decided they were mine first.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou made choices,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

His lips trembled.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was trying to keep the family together.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cYou were trying to keep everyone useful.\u201d<\/p>\n

That broke something in him.<\/p>\n

He looked toward the glass, toward the ocean my mother had loved.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe was going to leave me,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n

Victoria froze.<\/p>\n

I had not known that.<\/p>\n

Not fully.<\/p>\n

I knew my mother had protected assets. I knew she had written careful notes. I knew she had seen danger before I did.<\/p>\n

But leave him?<\/p>\n

My heartbeat changed.<\/p>\n

My father dragged a hand over his face.<\/p>\n

\u201cBefore the diagnosis. She said after your school year ended, she was taking you here for the summer and then filing. She had already spoken to a lawyer.\u201d<\/p>\n

Victoria whispered, \u201cYou told me your marriage was already over.\u201d<\/p>\n

He laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was.\u201d<\/p>\n

My skin went cold.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid she change her mind because she got sick?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t have to.<\/p>\n

Victoria looked at him with open disgust now, though I could not tell whether it came from morality or wounded pride.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou let me move into that house knowing she wanted to leave you?\u201d<\/p>\n

He turned on her, suddenly angry.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou knew she was dying.\u201d<\/p>\n

The words hit the room like a thrown glass.<\/p>\n

Paige gasped.<\/p>\n

Victoria\u2019s face went white.<\/p>\n

I stared at her.<\/p>\n

She knew?<\/p>\n

All those dinners.<\/p>\n

All those soft-voiced intrusions.<\/p>\n

All those days she stood in my mother\u2019s kitchen wearing sympathy like borrowed silk.<\/p>\n

She knew my mother was dying before I did.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou came to the hospital,\u201d I said slowly.<\/p>\n

Victoria said nothing.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou brought flowers.\u201d<\/p>\n

Still nothing.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou told me you were Dad\u2019s coworker.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her lips parted, but no lie arrived fast enough.<\/p>\n

My father looked at me, horrified, as if my pain were finally inconvenient even to him.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt wasn\u2019t like that.\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed.<\/p>\n

This time it was not soft.<\/p>\n

It was ugly.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course it was.\u201d<\/p>\n

Paige\u2019s voice shook.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom, were you with Richard before his wife died?\u201d<\/p>\n

Victoria\u2019s jaw flexed.<\/p>\n

\u201cAdult relationships are complicated.\u201d<\/p>\n

Paige recoiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh my God.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at my stepsister.<\/p>\n

For a second, I saw the little girl she had been when Victoria first dragged her into our house \u2014 sharp elbows, sharper smile, already trained to grab first because her mother told her the world only rewarded takers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

IF YOU CAME FROM FACEBOOK, HERE\u2019S THE NEXT PART OF THE STORY, ENJOY !! \u201cYou\u2019re joking.\u201d \u2026 I bought my dream beach house to finally heal in peace. The first night there, while the Atlantic rolled quietly beyond my balcony, my stepmother called and announced, \u201cWe\u2019re moving in tomorrow. Your father already agreed. Paige wants the upstairs balcony room, we\u2019ll take the master suite, and if you don\u2019t like it, you can live somewhere else.\u201dRead more<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8739","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyintheworld.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8739","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyintheworld.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyintheworld.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyintheworld.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyintheworld.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8739"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/storyintheworld.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8739\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8745,"href":"https:\/\/storyintheworld.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8739\/revisions\/8745"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyintheworld.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8739"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyintheworld.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8739"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyintheworld.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8739"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}