Michelle recovered quickly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grief had taught Ellie something over the years: truly dangerous people rarely looked dangerous when the moment arrived. They looked composed. Sympathetic. Concerned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Michelle tilted her head just enough to appear wounded by the refusal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMrs. Parker,\u201d she said softly, \u201cBrian is worried sick. We all are. Today has been traumatic for everyone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ellie kept one hand on the edge of the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou should go home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brian finally looked directly at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His eyes were bloodshot, and his jaw trembled slightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMom,\u201d he whispered, \u201cplease. If there\u2019s something you know\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The porch light reflected off the rainwater dripping from his coat collar. For one awful moment Ellie saw the boy he used to be\u2014the child who scraped his knees climbing trees, the teenager who cried after totaling his first car, the young father who had sobbed at Leah\u2019s graveside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then she remembered Tyler clawing upward through wet earth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy are you really here?\u201d Ellie asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Michelle answered too fast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBecause there was confusion at the cemetery.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ellie stared at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOr because the grave was empty?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Silence struck the porch like lightning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brian\u2019s face drained completely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Michelle did not move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But her eyes changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just for a second.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cold calculation flashed through them before the mask returned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMrs. Parker,\u201d she said carefully, \u201cI think you\u2019re exhausted.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Behind Ellie, a floorboard creaked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tyler had moved in the laundry room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brian heard it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His entire body stiffened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Michelle heard it too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ellie saw the exact instant realization passed between them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tyler was alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brian made a broken sound in the back of his throat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Michelle grabbed his arm so hard her knuckles whitened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDon\u2019t,\u201d she hissed under her breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Too late.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ellie saw everything now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The panic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The guilt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brian stumbled one step toward the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMom\u2026\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then headlights flashed across the yard again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Another vehicle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walt Kerr\u2019s truck rolled into the driveway, tires crunching over gravel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Michelle stepped back immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her expression reset so smoothly it would have fooled anyone who hadn\u2019t already seen behind it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The retired deputy climbed out carrying a flashlight and wearing an old sheriff\u2019s jacket over flannel pajamas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He took one look at the faces on the porch and slowed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell,\u201d Walt muttered, \u201cthis doesn\u2019t feel neighborly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ellie unlatched the chain and opened the door wider just enough for Walt to enter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not for Brian.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not for Michelle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walt\u2019s eyes flicked toward her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou want me inside?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That single word changed the air.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walt stepped through the doorway and positioned himself beside Ellie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brian looked ready to collapse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Michelle looked ready to calculate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s going on here?\u201d Walt asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ellie answered before fear could stop her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMy grandson was buried this afternoon.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walt frowned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI know. I was at the service.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe came back.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For a second Walt simply stared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then the laundry room door creaked open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tyler emerged slowly, dish towel still hanging around his shoulders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brian gasped like he\u2019d been punched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh my God.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Michelle\u2019s face finally cracked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not relief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not joy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Terror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tyler shrank backward the moment she looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDon\u2019t let her near me,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walt\u2019s expression hardened instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Years as a deputy had trained him to recognize real fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Children could fake tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They could not fake instinct.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brian stumbled forward again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTyler\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cStay back,\u201d Walt snapped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The command hit with enough force that Brian actually obeyed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rain hammered the roof.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Somewhere down the street a dog barked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Inside the house, nobody moved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then Tyler spoke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe gave me the medicine.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Michelle\u2019s mouth opened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat is not true.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou said if I told Grandma, everything would be ruined,\u201d Tyler continued, voice shaking. \u201cYou said we needed the money.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brian squeezed his eyes shut.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walt turned toward him slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou better start talking.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Michelle recovered first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThis is insane,\u201d she said sharply. \u201cHe\u2019s confused. He was sedated because he was hysterical after getting sick.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat medicine?\u201d Walt asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Michelle hesitated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cA sleeping aid.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFor an eight-year-old?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt was mild.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ellie saw Brian begin to break apart right in front of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe said it would calm him down,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Michelle whipped toward him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBrian.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But the dam had cracked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brian dragged both hands through his wet hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe stopped waking up right,\u201d he said. \u201cHe was breathing shallow. Michelle panicked. She said if the hospital found anything in his blood they\u2019d think we poisoned him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ellie felt sick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brian looked at Tyler and began crying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The sound was terrible because it was real.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe thought he was dead.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tyler stared at his father in disbelief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou put me in the box.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brian collapsed into one of Ellie\u2019s kitchen chairs as if his legs had vanished beneath him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Michelle remained standing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still watching.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still calculating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou are all forgetting something,\u201d she said coldly. \u201cThere\u2019s no proof of anything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walt took out his phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThere will be.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For the first time, genuine panic flickered across Michelle\u2019s face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t seriously believe a frightened child over adults.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI believe the frightened child climbed out of a coffin tonight,\u201d Walt replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That shut her up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ellie crossed the room and wrapped a blanket around Tyler\u2019s shoulders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He leaned against her immediately, exhausted beyond words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019re safe,\u201d she whispered again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This time she needed to believe it herself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walt called county dispatch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Within twenty minutes, the quiet street outside Ellie\u2019s home filled with flashing lights.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maplewood had likely never seen this many police cars at once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Neighbors peered through curtains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Porch lights flicked on all over the block.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
An ambulance arrived next.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The paramedics who entered looked pale when they realized they were examining a child who had officially been declared dead earlier that day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tyler sat silently while they checked his heartbeat, pupils, breathing, and oxygen levels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One medic finally muttered, \u201cThis kid\u2019s unbelievably lucky.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Ellie said quietly. \u201cHe\u2019s unbelievably strong.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A county investigator named Dana Ruiz arrived shortly after midnight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Unlike the local officers, she asked almost no emotional questions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everything about her was precise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Measured.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She crouched beside Tyler gently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCan you tell me what you remember after the medicine?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tyler nodded weakly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Piece by piece, the story emerged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Michelle had given him red liquid medicine before guests arrived at the house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He remembered becoming dizzy on the couch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He remembered hearing Michelle and Brian arguing in the kitchen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brian had wanted to call 911.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Michelle insisted they would lose everything if authorities started investigating drugs or negligence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She told Brian Tyler was already gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She kept repeating it until Brian believed her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then Tyler remembered being lifted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Darkness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Voices.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cold air.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And finally waking trapped inside the coffin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Several officers left the room after hearing that part.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not because procedure required it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because they needed air.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dana asked Brian to come outside separately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He went without resistance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Michelle refused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou have no warrant,\u201d she snapped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dana\u2019s expression barely changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo,\u201d she agreed. \u201cBut I do have probable cause involving attempted homicide of a minor.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That landed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Michelle\u2019s confidence cracked further.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t prove intent.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMaybe not yet,\u201d Dana replied. \u201cBut we can absolutely prove a child was buried alive.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tyler flinched at the words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ellie immediately pulled him closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dana noticed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She softened her tone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe\u2019re going to take care of you now, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tyler nodded against his grandmother\u2019s shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Outside, rain still fell in steady silver sheets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By two in the morning, officers had sealed off the cemetery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The grave had indeed remained partially open due to the storm delay.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Investigators found claw marks inside the casket lid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tiny fingernail streaks cut through the satin lining.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One deputy reportedly vomited beside the burial tent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At the hospital, doctors confirmed Tyler had survived largely because the grave had not yet been fully covered and because heavy rain softened the disturbed soil enough for him to push upward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Another hour underground might have killed him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ellie sat beside his hospital bed until dawn painted weak gray light across the windows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tyler slept clutching her hand so tightly her fingers ached.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She welcomed the pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It reminded her he was alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Around seven in the morning, Dana returned with fresh coffee and a folder tucked under one arm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brian had confessed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Michelle had been drowning in debt for months.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Credit cards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Personal loans.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Threatening collection notices.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She had convinced Brian they could access Tyler\u2019s trust if tragedy struck and Ellie was somehow removed from oversight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At first Brian insisted he never believed Michelle would actually hurt Tyler.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dana\u2019s face suggested she had heard that sentence too many times before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe admits he helped move the body,\u201d she said quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ellie closed her eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even now people kept using that word.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As if Tyler had stopped being a child the moment adults decided he was inconvenient.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat about Michelle?\u201d Ellie asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dana exhaled slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe\u2019s still denying intent. But toxicology from the syrup bottle may change things.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat happens now?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dana looked toward Tyler sleeping in the hospital bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNow we make sure nobody fails him again.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The investigation tore Maplewood apart over the following weeks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Reporters arrived first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then state investigators.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then social workers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
People who had known Brian his whole life struggled to reconcile the gentle mechanic from town with the father who had signed burial papers while his son still breathed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Some blamed Michelle entirely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Others blamed Brian more because he should have protected Tyler regardless of fear or manipulation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ellie blamed both.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One had engineered the nightmare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The other had allowed it to happen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tyler remembered more slowly over time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Trauma surfaced in fragments.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A sentence here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A nightmare there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He became terrified of closed spaces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He screamed the first time a nurse accidentally shut his hospital room door too hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For months afterward, Ellie left his bedroom cracked open at night with the hallway light glowing softly outside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He could not tolerate darkness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He hated thunder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rain made him shake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But he lived.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And children who live after horror carry strange kinds of strength.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One afternoon, several weeks later, Ellie found Tyler sitting at the kitchen table drawing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not superheroes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not cartoons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A garden.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Flowers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sunlight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A woman holding a little boy\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWho\u2019s that?\u201d she asked softly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tyler shrugged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Emotion clogged her throat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou made me taller than I am.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou feel tall.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She nearly cried right there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The criminal case moved quickly once forensic results confirmed high levels of sedatives in Tyler\u2019s system.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Michelle was charged with attempted murder, child endangerment, fraud conspiracy, and obstruction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brian accepted a plea deal involving aggravated child neglect and unlawful disposal to testify fully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Many people in town thought he deserved equal punishment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe he did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But every courtroom appearance showed a man collapsing under the weight of what he had allowed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Michelle never looked sorry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Only angry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At the preliminary hearing, she wore a pale gray suit and stared straight ahead while prosecutors described Tyler clawing through mud to survive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ellie sat in the gallery beside Dana.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tyler was not present.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No child should hear those details twice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When the hearing ended, Michelle finally turned toward Ellie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou think you won,\u201d she said quietly as deputies escorted her away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ellie stared back without blinking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo,\u201d she replied. \u201cHe did.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That night Ellie and Tyler sat together on the porch wrapped in blankets while summer insects buzzed in the dark yard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was the first evening Tyler had agreed to sit outside after sunset.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Healing happened in inches.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou know what I kept thinking about?\u201d Tyler asked suddenly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ellie looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIn the coffin.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her chest tightened, but she let him continue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI kept thinking you\u2019d be mad if I quit trying.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ellie swallowed hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI knew you\u2019d come looking for me,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She pulled him close.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The stars above Maplewood shimmered faintly between drifting clouds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Somewhere beyond the houses, beyond the fields, beyond the cemetery itself, life continued in ordinary rhythms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cars moved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dogs barked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
People folded laundry and washed dishes and argued about television shows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The world had nearly buried a child alive and kept turning anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe that was the frightening thing about evil.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not that it appeared as monsters in dark alleys.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But that it could sit at dinner tables and smile politely while calculating what a child\u2019s death might be worth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ellie understood now that survival was not always dramatic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sometimes it looked like muddy hands clawing upward through rain-soaked earth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sometimes it looked like an eight-year-old boy refusing to stop breathing in the dark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And sometimes it looked like love refusing to let go, no matter how much dirt the world tried to throw over it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Months later, Tyler returned to school.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The first day back, Ellie worried constantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But when the final bell rang, he came running toward her across the sidewalk carrying a paper pumpkin from art class and grinning for the first time in what felt like forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Children heal differently than adults.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They still reach toward joy even after seeing terrible things.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That evening he taped the pumpkin drawing to Ellie\u2019s refrigerator with crooked blue magnets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then he looked up at her seriously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGrandma?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIf I get scared again tonight, can I still come wake you up?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ellie brushed dirt-blond hair from his forehead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFor the rest of your life,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And for the first time since the funeral, Tyler smiled without fear.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Michelle recovered quickly. Grief had taught Ellie something over the years: truly dangerous people rarely looked dangerous when the moment arrived. They looked composed. Sympathetic. Concerned. Michelle… <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9714","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyamerica.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9714","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyamerica.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyamerica.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyamerica.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyamerica.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9714"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/dailyamerica.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9714\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9715,"href":"https:\/\/dailyamerica.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9714\/revisions\/9715"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyamerica.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9714"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyamerica.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9714"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyamerica.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9714"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}