Gerald connected me with an attorney named Rachel Monroe.<\/p>\n
She was forty-three, spoke quickly, listened carefully, and specialized in financial exploitation involving older adults.<\/p>\n
I disliked that description immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cVulnerable adult.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had climbed steel inspection ladders into my sixties.<\/p>\n
I still split my own firewood.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t feel vulnerable.<\/p>\n
Rachel didn\u2019t argue.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to be helpless to be targeted,\u201d she said. \u201cYou only have to trust the wrong person.\u201d<\/p>\n
That shut me up.<\/p>\n
She built the case backward.<\/p>\n
First came the house.<\/p>\n
The quitclaim deed had transferred title to Carter Lakes Holdings, despite the company having nothing to do with me beyond using my surname.<\/p>\n
Then came the loan.<\/p>\n
Logan had borrowed against the property.<\/p>\n
That money had funded the boat, renovations, private-school tuition, and apparently several other purchases.<\/p>\n
But there was a problem.<\/p>\n
A major one.<\/p>\n
I remained the property\u2019s permanent occupant.<\/p>\n
For the type of financing Logan had obtained, my continued occupancy should have been disclosed.<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
Rachel leaned back in her office chair when she explained it.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted the equity without anyone speaking to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo the lender never knew I still lived there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot accurately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDocuments can tell whatever story a dishonest person needs them to tell.\u201d<\/p>\n
She slid the insurance application toward me.<\/p>\n
My name appeared at the bottom.<\/p>\n
The signature was not mine.<\/p>\n
Anybody who knew me well would have noticed.<\/p>\n
My F leaned too far forward.<\/p>\n
That one was round and upright.<\/p>\n
But whoever processed it had never seen my handwriting.<\/p>\n
The notarization was Mason\u2019s.<\/p>\n
Rachel smiled without humor.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s our weak beam.\u201d<\/p>\n
She called Mason.<\/p>\n
He refused to talk.<\/p>\n
Her investigator called again.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Then Mason received a formal letter explaining what charges a knowingly false notarization could expose him to.<\/p>\n
Eleven days later, he wanted a meeting.<\/p>\n
Rachel did not allow me in the room.<\/p>\n
She said my presence might affect what he admitted.<\/p>\n
I waited in the hallway.<\/p>\n
When she emerged nearly two hours later, she closed the conference-room door gently behind her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe talked.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll of it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason claimed Logan had recruited him through a mutual acquaintance.<\/p>\n
He had been paid to make the documents look routine.<\/p>\n
Before coming to my house, Logan gave him a list of pages I needed to sign and several pages Mason was expected to notarize separately.<\/p>\n
Then Rachel quoted him.<\/p>\n
\u201cLogan said, \u2018My uncle doesn\u2019t read the fine print anymore. He trusts family. Just get him to initial where I mark it.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
Of everything Logan had done, that sentence hurt in a way I wasn\u2019t prepared for.<\/p>\n
Not because he thought I was stupid.<\/p>\n
Because he understood exactly what I valued and turned it against me.<\/p>\n
Trust.<\/p>\n
Family.<\/p>\n
Margaret.<\/p>\n
My grief.<\/p>\n
Mason had more.<\/p>\n
One afternoon after signing the documents, Vanessa had asked him an odd question.<\/p>\n
According to Mason, she had been laughing when she asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long does it usually take someone living alone to be found if they fall and can\u2019t reach a phone?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason had treated it as dark humor.<\/p>\n
Rachel didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
Neither did I.<\/p>\n
There was no evidence anyone intended physical violence against me, and Rachel was careful not to claim what she couldn\u2019t prove.<\/p>\n
But combined with the unauthorized life insurance policy, the question took on a meaning I could not ignore.<\/p>\n
That night, I checked every lock in my house twice.<\/p>\n
For the first time since Evelyn died, silence did not feel lonely.<\/p>\n
It felt watchful.<\/p>\n
I kept a phone beside the bed.<\/p>\n
I told Gerald where I would be each day.<\/p>\n
And I stopped accepting food, drinks, or unannounced visits from Logan and Vanessa.<\/p>\n
They didn\u2019t notice.<\/p>\n
They were too busy spending.<\/p>\n
The obvious move would have been to call the police immediately.<\/p>\n
Rachel advised against showing our whole hand too soon.<\/p>\n
A foreclosure action had already begun.<\/p>\n
Logan\u2019s holding company was attempting to force a sale of my property before I could challenge the deed.<\/p>\n
Rachel believed the foreclosure itself could become the strongest evidence against them.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf we stop everything privately now,\u201d she explained, \u201ctheir lawyer will say it was a family misunderstanding.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know. But prosecutors need to prove that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo what do I do?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel\u2019s expression did not change.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet them think you still don\u2019t understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hated the idea.<\/p>\n
Then I understood why it was necessary.<\/p>\n
So for the next several weeks, I became the man Logan believed I was.<\/p>\n
I waved when he drove past.<\/p>\n
I smiled when he stopped by.<\/p>\n
I let him call my home \u201cthe property.\u201d<\/p>\n
Once he stood on my dock with his hands on his hips and said, \u201cYou really should start thinking about downsizing, Uncle Frank.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the lake.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe you\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n
His whole face relaxed.<\/p>\n
He believed me.<\/p>\n
What Logan didn\u2019t know was that Rachel had already contacted the county financial-crimes liaison.<\/p>\n
She had filed documents establishing my continued occupancy.<\/p>\n
Investigators were quietly tracing every dollar.<\/p>\n
And the bank handling the foreclosure was about to learn that the property they had been told was vacant contained one stubborn sixty-eight-year-old man who had lived there continuously for over a decade.<\/p>\n
Then, one September afternoon, a certified envelope arrived.<\/p>\n
Foreclosure.<\/p>\n
Scheduled.<\/p>\n
Thursday evening.<\/p>\n
I called Rachel.<\/p>\n
She listened.<\/p>\n
Then she said, \u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time, I understood.<\/p>\n
We weren\u2019t trying to prevent Logan from stepping into the trap.<\/p>\n
We were waiting for him to walk all the way inside it.<\/p>\n
### Part 5<\/p>\n
Thursday arrived warm and windless.<\/p>\n
I spent the morning mowing my lawn.<\/p>\n
That may sound strange considering what was coming, but ordinary work kept my hands steady.<\/p>\n
At lunch I ate a ham sandwich.<\/p>\n
At three, I tightened a loose hinge on the shed door.<\/p>\n
At five, I made coffee.<\/p>\n
Rachel had told me to behave normally.<\/p>\n
So I did.<\/p>\n
Then the Cadillac appeared.<\/p>\n
Logan pulled into the gravel turnout beside my driveway wearing dark sunglasses and a pale blue shirt that looked expensive from a distance.<\/p>\n
Later I learned the Cadillac was rented.<\/p>\n
His actual truck had already been repossessed.<\/p>\n
That detail would have amused me if the rest of the situation hadn\u2019t been so ugly.<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t come to the door.<\/p>\n
He leaned against the car and waited.<\/p>\n
Phone in hand.<\/p>\n
He wanted the spectacle.<\/p>\n
Around sunset, another vehicle pulled up.<\/p>\n
Susan Palmer stepped out carrying a folder.<\/p>\n
She worked for the bank servicing the foreclosure process.<\/p>\n
She climbed the porch steps slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Carter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m afraid I\u2019m here regarding the property.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI figured.\u201d<\/p>\n
She glanced toward Logan.<\/p>\n
His phone was already raised.<\/p>\n
\u201cSay goodbye to the lake house, Uncle Frank.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice carried across the road.<\/p>\n
\u201cSmile for the camera.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Susan.<\/p>\n
She looked embarrassed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing for you to apologize for.\u201d<\/p>\n
She removed the notice.<\/p>\n
Logan laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s mine now, old man.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was when I asked the question Rachel had given me.<\/p>\n
Not because the wording was magical.<\/p>\n
Because it forced Susan to compare two pieces of information that should never have contradicted each other.<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore you complete service, could you verify the county\u2019s sole occupant of record and whether that occupancy was disclosed when the collateral loan originated?\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan blinked.<\/p>\n
\u201cExcuse me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe occupancy record.\u201d<\/p>\n
She opened the folder.<\/p>\n
At first she scanned casually.<\/p>\n
Then more slowly.<\/p>\n
I watched her eyebrows draw together.<\/p>\n
Logan pushed away from the Cadillac.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust give him the papers.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan ignored him.<\/p>\n
She pulled out another sheet.<\/p>\n
Her face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Carter, how long have you lived here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cContinuously? Eleven years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan called from the driveway.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe transferred the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan looked toward him.<\/p>\n
Then at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re still occupying the property?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI slept here last night.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her hand began to tremble slightly.<\/p>\n
She lowered the foreclosure notice.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to make a phone call.\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan walked toward the porch.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s the problem?\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan raised one hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cSir, please stay where you are.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said stay where you are.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was when two dark sedans that had been parked farther down Lake Road pulled forward.<\/p>\n
They came slowly.<\/p>\n
No sirens.<\/p>\n
No flashing lights.<\/p>\n
They didn\u2019t need them.<\/p>\n
One stopped behind Logan\u2019s Cadillac.<\/p>\n
The other angled across the driveway exit.<\/p>\n
Logan finally lowered his phone.<\/p>\n
Four doors opened.<\/p>\n
Two sheriff\u2019s deputies stepped out.<\/p>\n
Behind them came two investigators from the state financial-crimes division.<\/p>\n
I had imagined that moment several times.<\/p>\n
In my imagination, Logan shouted.<\/p>\n
Instead, he whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
One deputy, a woman named Deputy Morales, walked toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Carter?\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan backed up.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is a misunderstanding.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease place your phone on the hood of the vehicle.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, you don\u2019t understand. This is family property. We have an agreement.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPhone on the hood.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward me for the first time.<\/p>\n
There was no anger on his face.<\/p>\n
Only shock.<\/p>\n
That almost made it worse.<\/p>\n
He had never once considered that I might understand what he had done.<\/p>\n
\u201cUncle Frank?\u201d<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell them.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stayed on the porch.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell them this was an agreement.\u201d<\/p>\n
Deputy Morales stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cPhone down.\u201d<\/p>\n
For half a second, Logan glanced at the driver\u2019s door.<\/p>\n
Everybody saw it.<\/p>\n
So did he.<\/p>\n
Whatever thought crossed his mind disappeared.<\/p>\n
He put the phone on the hood.<\/p>\n
His shoulders sagged.<\/p>\n
A deputy positioned him beside the Cadillac.<\/p>\n
Then another vehicle appeared at the end of the road.<\/p>\n
Vanessa\u2019s white SUV.<\/p>\n
Rachel had arranged for investigators to contact her separately, but apparently Vanessa had decided to drive to the lake when Logan stopped answering her calls.<\/p>\n
She slowed when she saw the vehicles.<\/p>\n
Then she stopped completely.<\/p>\n
I watched her through the windshield.<\/p>\n
First confusion.<\/p>\n
Then recognition.<\/p>\n
Then fear.<\/p>\n
She stepped out.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan said nothing.<\/p>\n
Vanessa looked at Susan.<\/p>\n
At the investigators.<\/p>\n
At me.<\/p>\n
Her face seemed to lose every bit of color.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrank?\u201d<\/p>\n
I walked down the porch steps.<\/p>\n
Slowly.<\/p>\n
The boards creaked beneath my shoes.<\/p>\n
The same boards Evelyn and I had installed together.<\/p>\n
Vanessa\u2019s hands began to shake.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t just try to take my house,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Her lips parted.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou forged my name onto a four-hundred-thousand-dollar insurance policy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan shut his eyes.<\/p>\n
Vanessa whispered, \u201cThat\u2019s not\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I know what you asked Mason.\u201d<\/p>\n
That stopped her completely.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long somebody my age, living alone, might go unnoticed after an accident.\u201d<\/p>\n
The lake road went silent.<\/p>\n
Even Logan looked at her.<\/p>\n
And in that instant, I saw something I had not expected.<\/p>\n
Whatever Logan knew about the deed and the loan, he had not known everything Vanessa had done.<\/p>\n
The betrayal inside their marriage was suddenly cracking open too.<\/p>\n
### Part 6<\/p>\n
Vanessa turned toward Logan.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told him?\u201d<\/p>\n
His head snapped around.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t tell him anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen how does he know?\u201d<\/p>\n
Deputy Morales stepped between them.<\/p>\n
\u201cBoth of you need to stop talking.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa seemed not to hear her.<\/p>\n
Her eyes were fixed on Logan.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said Mason was handled.\u201d<\/p>\n
One of the investigators immediately looked at the other.<\/p>\n
There are moments when people destroy themselves because panic makes silence impossible.<\/p>\n
That was one of them.<\/p>\n
Logan\u2019s face twisted.<\/p>\n
\u201cShut up.\u201d<\/p>\n
Deputy Morales repeated, \u201cDo not discuss the case.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood several feet away, watching two people who had spent months treating me like a confused old man suddenly forget I existed because they were busy blaming each other.<\/p>\n
Vanessa looked at me again.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t understand what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand the deed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said you wanted Logan taken care of someday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeday isn\u2019t April.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe thought\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t shout.<\/p>\n
I had no need to.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou thought I was lonely enough to manipulate and old enough not to notice.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled.<\/p>\n
Whether from fear or remorse, I didn\u2019t care.<\/p>\n
Logan looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cUncle Frank, come on.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed at the familiarity of his tone.<\/p>\n
The same tone he had used when asking me to pay tuition.<\/p>\n
The same tone when he needed the truck.<\/p>\n
The same tone over dinner that rainy Thursday.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on?\u201d I repeated.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis got out of hand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. It went exactly where you pointed it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was going to fix it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith what?\u201d<\/p>\n
He swallowed.<\/p>\n
I stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother left you with nowhere to go. I gave you a room.\u201d<\/p>\n
He lowered his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI bought you a truck.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cI paid for school.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd because I trusted you, you decided trust meant I wouldn\u2019t read what you put in front of me.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice cracked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI screwed up.\u201d<\/p>\n
That phrase angered me more than anything else he had said.<\/p>\n
Screwed up.<\/p>\n
As if he had missed a payment.<\/p>\n
As if he had dented my truck.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t screw up, Logan.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pointed toward my house.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou created a company.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then toward the bank documents.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou transferred my property into it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then toward Vanessa.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou used my personal information for an insurance policy.\u201d<\/p>\n
I lowered my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou made choices. Over and over.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes were wet now.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were going to leave me the house eventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sentence finally exposed what had been underneath everything.<\/p>\n
Entitlement.<\/p>\n
Not desperation.<\/p>\n
Not fear.<\/p>\n
He believed the house was already his because he expected to inherit it someday.<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you decided to collect early.\u201d<\/p>\n
He flinched.<\/p>\n
Deputy Morales asked him to turn around.<\/p>\n
The metal click of handcuffs carried strangely far across the water.<\/p>\n
Vanessa began crying when the second deputy approached her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have a daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words came automatically.<\/p>\n
I thought of Lily.<\/p>\n
For one dangerous second, guilt hit me.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered something Rachel had told me.<\/p>\n
\u201cChildren are not shields adults get to raise when consequences arrive.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Vanessa.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should have thought about Lily before you put her future on top of stolen money.\u201d<\/p>\n
She covered her mouth.<\/p>\n
By then several neighbors had gathered at the edges of their yards.<\/p>\n
Harold stood on his dock across the small inlet with both hands in his jacket pockets.<\/p>\n
Nobody cheered.<\/p>\n
Nobody laughed.<\/p>\n
Real consequences rarely look satisfying when they happen.<\/p>\n
Mostly they look sad.<\/p>\n
The investigators collected Logan\u2019s phone.<\/p>\n
Susan left with the foreclosure papers still in her folder.<\/p>\n
The bank suspended the action that night.<\/p>\n
Before being placed into the patrol vehicle, Logan turned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cUncle Frank.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost didn\u2019t look.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
He looked younger.<\/p>\n
Not innocent.<\/p>\n
Just younger.<\/p>\n
Like the twenty-two-year-old boy who had once stood at my door after Margaret died.<\/p>\n
For a moment, grief tried to confuse me again.<\/p>\n
Then he said the wrong thing.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom would hate this.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt something inside me close.<\/p>\n
Not break.<\/p>\n
Close.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t use your mother to get out of something you chose.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe would hate what you did to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
The deputy guided him into the vehicle.<\/p>\n
That was the last conversation we had before the criminal case began.<\/p>\n
Six weeks later, prosecutors filed charges involving deed fraud, loan fraud, forged financial documents, insurance fraud, and conspiracy.<\/p>\n
Mason cooperated fully.<\/p>\n
Vanessa blamed Logan.<\/p>\n
Logan blamed Vanessa.<\/p>\n
Both blamed Mason.<\/p>\n
At various points, all three tried to suggest that I had understood more than I admitted when I signed the original documents.<\/p>\n
Then Rachel produced something I had forgotten existed.<\/p>\n
My security camera.<\/p>\n
Not the outdoor one.<\/p>\n
The old kitchen camera Evelyn had installed years earlier so we could check on the house while traveling.<\/p>\n
I hadn\u2019t opened its cloud archive in months.<\/p>\n
Rachel\u2019s investigator had.<\/p>\n
And somehow, against all odds, the rainy Thursday evening when Logan brought those papers had been saved.<\/p>\n
The audio wasn\u2019t perfect.<\/p>\n
But it was clear enough.<\/p>\n
Clear enough to hear Logan say exactly what he had claimed he never said.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s just paperwork, Uncle Frank. Nothing about ownership changes.\u201d<\/p>\n
That recording changed everything.<\/p>\n
Gerald connected me with an attorney named Rachel Monroe. She was forty-three, spoke quickly, listened carefully, and specialized in financial exploitation involving older adults. I disliked that description immediately. \u201cVulnerable … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6307,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6305","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-news"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dmnews168.store\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6305","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dmnews168.store\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dmnews168.store\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dmnews168.store\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dmnews168.store\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6305"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/dmnews168.store\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6305\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6309,"href":"https:\/\/dmnews168.store\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6305\/revisions\/6309"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dmnews168.store\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/6307"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dmnews168.store\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6305"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dmnews168.store\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6305"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dmnews168.store\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6305"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}