![\"\"](\"https:\/\/theviralstory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/v14-ChatGPT-Image-Sep-21-2026-11_05_32-PM-300x200.png\")
<\/p>\nThe apartment in Chicago had never felt like ours. It belonged to Vanessa. She had insisted we stay with her for the last ten days of December because the guest room was \u201cperfectly fine\u201d and because, she said, family should be together before the baby came. Daniel agreed before I finished the sentence.<\/p>\n
I packed light. At seven months the extra weight already pulled at my lower back and my doctor in Boston had written two clear lines on the discharge paper: avoid prolonged standing and unnecessary strain. I kept the paper folded in the inside pocket of my coat. Daniel had glanced at it once and said the train would be restful.<\/p>\n
He told me about the flights on the twenty-eighth, standing in Vanessa\u2019s kitchen while she poured coffee. Every seat from O\u2019Hare to Logan was gone, he said. Last-minute holiday rush. He had already booked the train. Fifty hours, Chicago to Boston, one long ride home. I asked why we could not wait two days and try again. He shrugged the way he always shrugged when he had already decided.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt will be fine,\u201d he said. \u201cYou\u2019ll sleep most of the way.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa smiled into her mug. \u201cThe motion is supposed to be soothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not argue. Arguing with both of them at once had become a habit I was trying to break. We left for Union Station in the late afternoon. The air outside was sharp and dry. I walked slower than usual. Daniel carried only his own bag. Vanessa rolled a large suitcase that looked new.<\/p>\n
At the ticket counter the clerk printed three envelopes. Daniel took two and handed me the third without looking at it. I opened it on the walk toward the platform. Coach. Car 7. No assigned seat.<\/p>\n
I stopped walking.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
He kept moving a few steps before he turned. Vanessa was already ahead, checking her phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is coach,\u201d I said. \u201cYou said we had rooms.\u201d<\/p>\n
He took the envelope from my hand, glanced at it, and gave it back. \u201cThe sleepers were limited. Vanessa and I grabbed the last two. You\u2019ll be fine in coach. It\u2019s only a train.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere isn\u2019t even a seat number.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you stand until one opens. People get off.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa had come back. She looked at my ticket and laughed once, short and bright. \u201cStop being dramatic, Claire. Standing is good exercise for the baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel did not correct her. He put his hand on the small of my back, not to guide me but to keep me moving toward the train.<\/p>\n
The coach car was already full. Every seat taken, bags in the aisles, a child crying two rows down. The air smelled like wet wool and instant coffee. I found a spot near the vestibule door where I could lean against the wall. The floor vibrated under my boots. My coat was not warm enough.<\/p>\n
Daniel and Vanessa disappeared through the door that led toward the first-class sleepers. I heard the latch click. A few minutes later I caught the sound of a bottle being opened and Vanessa\u2019s voice, pleased.<\/p>\n
I stood there while the train pulled out of the station. The city lights slid past the windows. My feet began to ache in a deep, familiar way. I shifted my weight from one side to the other and kept one hand under the curve of my belly, the way the doctor had shown me.<\/p>\n
No one offered a seat. I did not ask.<\/p>\n
The first hour felt longer than it should have. The train rocked in a rhythm that made my hips complain. I counted the stops listed on the faded paper schedule taped near the door. The first one was only ninety minutes out. I told myself I could last that long.<\/p>\n
Daniel came back once. He had taken off his jacket. His shirt looked freshly pressed. He asked if I wanted water. I said yes. He did not bring any. He stood in the doorway of the coach for less than a minute, looked at the crowded seats, and said, \u201cSee? It\u2019s packed. Nothing I can do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then he went back through the connecting door.<\/p>\n
Vanessa never came at all.<\/p>\n
I watched the other passengers. An older man slept with his mouth open. A woman in a business coat typed without looking up. Two teenagers shared headphones and did not move their legs from the aisle. I stayed where I was, shoulder against the cold metal wall, and tried not to think about the paper in my pocket.<\/p>\n
My phone had almost no signal. I sent one message to Emily.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m on the train. It\u2019s worse than I thought.<\/p>\n
She answered twelve minutes later.<\/p>\n
Where are you exactly?<\/p>\n
I told her the car number and the next stop. She did not ask why I was standing. She only wrote, Get off if you can. I\u2019ll figure it out.<\/p>\n
Emily was twenty. She had her mother\u2019s quiet mouth and Daniel\u2019s height. She had lived with us in Boston since she was sixteen, after her mother died. She called me Claire, never Mom, but she still texted me when Daniel forgot to pick her up from campus. Lately she had been staying with a friend near the city more often than she stayed at the house. I had not asked why.<\/p>\n
The train slowed for the first stop. A handful of people stood and gathered bags. I waited until the doors opened and the cold air rushed in. Then I stepped down onto the platform with my small suitcase and did not look back.<\/p>\n
The station was small, half-lit, almost empty. I sat on a wooden bench under a buzzing light and called Emily. My voice sounded thinner than I expected.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m off,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d She was already moving; I could hear wind and traffic behind her. \u201cThere\u2019s a regional train in forty minutes that connects. I\u2019ll meet you. Don\u2019t argue.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not argue.<\/p>\n
Daniel called twice. I let both go to voicemail. The first message was short. \u201cWhere did you go?\u201d The second was shorter. \u201cClaire. Answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned the phone face down and watched my breath in the air.<\/p>\n
Emily was waiting when the regional train pulled into a quieter platform two hours later. She wore the gray coat I had given her last winter and a backpack that looked too heavy. She took my suitcase without asking and studied my face the way she used to study homework she did not understand.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look like you haven\u2019t sat down in a week,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cClose enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
We found a diner that was still open. The vinyl booth stuck to my coat. I ordered tea I did not drink. Emily ordered nothing. She waited until the waitress left.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me you two were flying,\u201d she said. \u201cLast week. He said Vanessa was staying in Chicago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVanessa is on the train. First class. With him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily\u2019s jaw tightened, a small movement I had seen on Daniel when he was deciding whether to be angry. \u201cOf course she is.\u201d<\/p>\n
I told her the rest in pieces. The tickets. The locked door. The comment about exercise. Emily listened without interrupting. When I finished she looked at the table for a long time.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s something else,\u201d she said. \u201cI found papers in his desk last month. I wasn\u2019t snooping. I was looking for the car insurance. There\u2019s a new account. Joint with Vanessa. And a letter from a lawyer in Boston dated two weeks ago. It\u2019s about the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
The house in Boston had been mine before I married Daniel. My grandmother left it to me. We had never put his name on the deed. I had never thought we needed to.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does the letter say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI only saw the first page. It mentions \u2018anticipated change in occupancy\u2019 and \u2018family member relocation.\u2019 I put it back. I didn\u2019t know how to bring it up.\u201d<\/p>\n
The tea had gone cold. I wrapped both hands around the cup anyway.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was going to tell me after the baby,\u201d I said. It was not a question.<\/p>\n
Emily did not answer. She only reached across the table and took the cup from me so I would stop holding it so tightly.<\/p>\n
We sat there until the diner lights felt too bright. Then we took a late bus the rest of the way. Emily paid. I did not have the energy to pretend I could.<\/p>\n
Boston was colder than Chicago. The streets near the station were slick with old snow that no one had bothered to salt. Emily\u2019s friend had an empty studio for two nights; we went there first. I slept sitting up because lying flat made the baby press against my ribs in a way that would not let me breathe.<\/p>\n
In the morning I called the doctor\u2019s office and asked for the first available appointment. They gave me one the day after New Year\u2019s. I wrote it on the back of a receipt and put it in my coat pocket next to the old warning.<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s messages had changed tone. The third one asked if I was safe. The fourth said he and Vanessa had arrived and the house was empty. The fifth was only my name.<\/p>\n
I did not answer.<\/p>\n
Emily made coffee that tasted like the diner and sat on the floor with her back against the radiator.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s going to show up here,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe doesn\u2019t know where here is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019ll find out. Vanessa will help him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her. \u201cWhy are you doing this?\u201d<\/p>\n
She picked at a loose thread on her sleeve. \u201cBecause I watched him do the same thing to my mother when she got sick. Small things at first. Then bigger ones. Vanessa was there then too. She always had a reason that sounded almost kind.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room was quiet except for the radiator ticking.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought it would be different with you,\u201d Emily said. \u201cYou don\u2019t let him talk over you the way she did. I thought that would be enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
It had not been enough. I knew that now.<\/p>\n
We spent the next day walking slowly through a grocery store and buying only what we could carry. I chose the same tea I had left untouched in the diner. Emily bought extra bread and did not comment when I added a small jar of the pickles I had been craving for weeks.<\/p>\n
That night I dreamed the train was still moving and I was still standing. I woke with my hand on my belly and the baby shifting, a slow roll that felt like an answer I had not asked for.<\/p>\n
On the last morning of the year I went back to the house.<\/p>\n
I did not tell Emily until we were already on the sidewalk. She only nodded and walked beside me, matching my slower pace.<\/p>\n
The front walk had been shoveled. Vanessa\u2019s suitcase stood just inside the door, still zipped. Daniel was in the kitchen. He looked like he had not slept. When he saw me he started forward, then stopped when he saw Emily.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re here,\u201d he said. \u201cBoth of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI got off at the first stop,\u201d I said. \u201cYou didn\u2019t notice.\u201d<\/p>\n
He rubbed the back of his neck. \u201cThe train was long. I thought you were sleeping in another car.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa appeared from the hallway, already in a clean sweater, hair brushed. She looked at Emily and then at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou made it dramatic,\u201d she said. \u201cAs usual.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily spoke before I could. \u201cYou booked the rooms weeks ago. I saw the confirmation email on the printer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s face changed. Not surprise exactly. Something closer to calculation.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t mean\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means you decided I would stand,\u201d I said. \u201cAnd you decided Vanessa would not.\u201d<\/p>\n
The kitchen felt smaller than I remembered. The calendar on the wall still showed December. Someone had circled the thirty-first in blue ink.<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at my coat, at the way I was standing with my weight on one hip.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was trying to get us home,\u201d he said. \u201cThe flights were gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t check after the twenty-sixth,\u201d Emily said. \u201cI did. There were seats.\u201d<\/p>\n
No one spoke for a moment. The refrigerator hummed.<\/p>\n
Vanessa folded her arms. \u201cThis is not helpful. Claire needs to sit down. She\u2019s pale.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI sat on the regional train,\u201d I said. \u201cAnd on the bus. I sat last night. I am done standing because someone else decided I should.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel opened his mouth and closed it again. He looked at Emily as if she had become a stranger in his own kitchen.<\/p>\n
I took the folded doctor\u2019s paper from my pocket and set it on the counter. He did not pick it up.<\/p>\n
We did not stay in the house that night. Emily and I went back to the studio. Daniel called after midnight. I answered because the baby had started a pattern of sharp little movements that made me want to hear another adult voice, even his.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t think it through,\u201d he said. The line was quiet except for his breathing. \u201cVanessa offered to pay the difference for the sleepers. I let her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let her decide I would stand for fifty hours.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you\u2019d find a seat.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou saw the car. You knew there wasn\u2019t one.\u201d<\/p>\n
He was silent long enough that I thought the call had dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe lawyer letter,\u201d I said. \u201cEmily found it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence, shorter.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s only a draft. Nothing is signed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat were you planning to tell me after the baby came?\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not answer that. He asked if I was warm enough. I told him I was and ended the call.<\/p>\n
Emily had heard most of it from the other room. She came in with two mugs and sat on the edge of the mattress.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s going to try to make it about the baby now,\u201d she said. \u201cHe always does when he\u2019s losing the argument.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
We drank the tea. It was too hot and I did not care. Outside, someone set off an early firework that sounded like a car backfiring. The baby kicked once, hard, as if answering.<\/p>\n
I thought about the locked door on the train and the sound of the bottle opening. I thought about Vanessa\u2019s laugh in the station. I thought about the years I had told myself that Daniel\u2019s silences were just the way he processed things.<\/p>\n
They were not.<\/p>\n
New Year\u2019s Day arrived gray and ordinary. I had an appointment the following morning. Emily went with me because I asked her to and because she said she was tired of waiting to be invited.<\/p>\n
The doctor listened to the baby, measured, asked the usual questions. When I told her about the train she set her pen down.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stood how long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUntil the first stop. Then I got off.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at Emily, then back at me. \u201cGood. Keep getting off.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was the kindest sentence I had heard in weeks.<\/p>\n
Afterward we walked to a small park near the clinic because the air felt cleaner there. Emily bought roasted nuts from a cart and we sat on a bench that still held last night\u2019s cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m going to look for my own place,\u201d she said. \u201cNot right away. After the baby. I can help with nights if you want. I don\u2019t have to live in the house to do that.\u201d<\/p>\n
I watched a dog chase a plastic bag across the frozen grass.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to choose sides,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI already did. I chose the side that gets off the train.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled for the first time in days. It felt rusty.<\/p>\n
That afternoon I called a locksmith and changed the codes on the house. I left Daniel a message telling him where the new keys would be and that Vanessa\u2019s suitcase needed to leave by Friday. I did not raise my voice. I did not explain.<\/p>\n
He arrived that evening while Emily was at the studio collecting the last of our things. He stood on the porch with his hands in his pockets, looking at the door as if it had personally offended him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to talk,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can talk,\u201d I said. \u201cVanessa cannot be in the house while we do.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked past me into the hallway. The suitcase was still there. He picked it up himself and carried it to the rental car at the curb. Vanessa did not come inside. She waited in the passenger seat with the window down, watching.<\/p>\n
When he came back I let him in as far as the living room. We sat on opposite ends of the couch that had been my grandmother\u2019s.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was wrong about the tickets,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was wrong about the letter too. I should have told you I was even thinking about it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He waited for more. I did not give it. The baby shifted and I placed both hands on the place where a foot or an elbow pressed outward. Daniel watched my hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know how to fix this,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t need you to fix it today,\u201d I said. \u201cI need you to stop deciding things about my body and my house as if I am not in the room.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded once. It was the first honest gesture I had seen from him in a long time.<\/p>\n
Vanessa left the city two days later. She sent a text that said she hoped I felt better soon and that family was complicated. I did not answer.<\/p>\n
Daniel stayed in a hotel for a week. He came to the house when I asked him to help move the crib I had bought months earlier and never assembled. He followed directions. He did not offer opinions about the color of the sheets.<\/p>\n
Emily found an apartment eight blocks away that would be free in March. She put down a deposit with money she had saved from tutoring. I offered to help. She said not yet.<\/p>\n
The baby\u2019s movements grew stronger. I started writing the small things down in a notebook so I would remember them later: the way the left side fluttered more than the right, the hiccups that lasted four minutes, the sudden stillness that always ended with a roll.<\/p>\n
Daniel asked if he could be at the next appointment. I said yes, if he arrived on time and did not speak for me.<\/p>\n
He arrived ten minutes early and sat in the waiting room without looking at his phone.<\/p>\n
The doctor asked how I was sleeping. I said better. She looked at Daniel and asked if he understood the standing restriction was not a suggestion. He said he did.<\/p>\n
It was a small thing. It was also the first time he had answered a question about my body without looking at Vanessa first.<\/p>\n
I did not tell him that yet. I was still learning how much credit to give.<\/p>\n
February came in wet and gray. The house felt different with only two of us in it most evenings. Emily visited with groceries and left again before it got late. Daniel came on Wednesdays and Sundays. We spoke about the baby, about the leaking faucet in the downstairs bathroom, about whether the guest room should stay a guest room or become something else.<\/p>\n
We did not speak about the train unless I brought it up. I brought it up once more, on a Sunday when the light through the kitchen window made everything look cleaner than it was.<\/p>\n
\u201cI keep thinking about the sound of the door locking,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Daniel was drying a plate. He set it down.<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard it too,\u201d he said. \u201cI told myself you would knock if you needed anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI shouldn\u2019t have had to knock.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not add that Vanessa had been the one who suggested the lock. I already knew. Some facts did not need repeating.<\/p>\n
That night I felt the first real tightening that was not a kick. It passed. I wrote it down anyway. In the morning I called the doctor and she said it was normal and to keep track.<\/p>\n
I kept track.<\/p>\n
Emily came over with a bag of secondhand baby clothes she had washed twice. She held up a tiny sweater the color of old moss and said, \u201cThis one looks like it belongs to someone who will have opinions.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed. The sound surprised both of us.<\/p>\n
Daniel was not there that evening. I did not mind.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The baby arrived on a Tuesday in March, two days later than the date on the calendar. Emily drove. Daniel met us at the hospital entrance with a bag I had packed three weeks earlier and forgotten to bring. He did not try to take over. He asked where I wanted him to stand.<\/p>\n
I told him beside the bed, on the left, where I could see him.<\/p>\n
It was long and ordinary and then suddenly not ordinary at all. When they placed her on my chest I looked at the small red face and the dark hair that was already hers and felt the room become very quiet inside my head.<\/p>\n
Daniel cried without sound. Emily stood at the foot of the bed with both hands over her mouth, then took them down and said, \u201cHi,\u201d as if the baby might answer.<\/p>\n
We named her after my grandmother and after no one else.<\/p>\n
In the weeks that followed the house filled with the particular chaos of a newborn. Daniel learned the difference between the tired cry and the hungry cry by the third night. He still left on Thursday evenings so Emily and I could have the kitchen to ourselves. Sometimes he came back with groceries. Sometimes he only texted to ask if we needed anything.<\/p>\n
Vanessa sent a card and a blanket that was too thick for spring. I kept the blanket in the closet and wrote a short thank-you that did not invite a visit.<\/p>\n
One evening in April I sat on the porch with the baby asleep against my shoulder. The air smelled like wet soil and early grass. Emily was inside washing bottles. Daniel\u2019s car pulled up to the curb. He sat for a minute before getting out, the same way he used to sit in the driveway when he was deciding whether to come inside angry or quiet.<\/p>\n
He came up the steps carrying a paper bag of peaches that were still too firm.<\/p>\n
\u201cI passed the market,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
I nodded at the empty chair. He sat.<\/p>\n
We did not talk about the train. We did not need to. The fact of it lived in the way I no longer waited for him to notice when I was tired, and in the way he now checked the weather before I left the house with the baby, and in the way Emily still kept a spare key but no longer felt she had to choose which door to use.<\/p>\n
The baby made a small sound against my collarbone. I shifted her higher and felt the familiar weight, warm and specific and mine.<\/p>\n
Daniel watched us for a moment, then looked out at the street.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m glad you got off,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
I did not tell him I was glad too. I only adjusted the blanket and stayed where I was, sitting, while the evening settled around the three of us and the fourth person who was already asleep and did not yet know any of the story that had brought her here.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Three days before the new year my husband said the last flights were gone and booked a fifty-hour train instead. I was seven months pregnant. At the station I saw … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5167,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7987,1],"tags":[12172,1189,12175,11468,12166,12168,12165,12171,7761,12174,12169,12164,12173,12170,12167],"class_list":["post-5182","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-family-relationships","category-finance","tag-boston-chicago-train-story","tag-emotional-family-story","tag-emotional-marriage-aftermath","tag-family-house-ownership","tag-family-travel-conflict","tag-holiday-travel-disaster","tag-husband-sister-first-class-tickets","tag-long-distance-family-tension","tag-marriage-trust-issues","tag-newborn-family-reset","tag-pregnancy-travel-warning","tag-pregnant-wife-train-betrayal","tag-quiet-walking-away","tag-sister-in-law-cruelty","tag-stepdaughter-family-loyalty"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/theviralstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5182","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/theviralstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/theviralstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theviralstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theviralstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5182"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/theviralstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5182\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5183,"href":"https:\/\/theviralstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5182\/revisions\/5183"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theviralstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/5167"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/theviralstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5182"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theviralstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5182"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theviralstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5182"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}