My mother had been dead for eleven years.<\/p>\n
That was the first thought that came to me after Mercer said it.<\/p>\n
Not anger. Not confusion. Just the simple fact that made his statement impossible.<\/p>\n
My mother was dead.<\/p>\n
I had stood beside her hospital bed during the last three days of pancreatic cancer. I had held her hand when she stopped responding. I had chosen the blue dress she was buried in because it was the one my father used to tell her made her look younger.<\/p>\n
So when Mercer, bleeding and restrained on the laboratory floor, told me she was the final surviving participant in my father\u2019s trust, I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
Instead, I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer gave me a tired look.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
An officer pulled him upright.<\/p>\n
\u201cSave it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer ignored him.<\/p>\n
\u201cMadison, ask who signed the death certificate.\u201d<\/p>\n
The question slid into me like cold metal.<\/p>\n
I knew the answer.<\/p>\n
Dr. Richard Mercer.<\/p>\n
He had been my mother\u2019s physician during the last year of her life.<\/p>\n
I had never once considered that unusual.<\/p>\n
The officer led him away.<\/p>\n
I started after them.<\/p>\n
\u201cMercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf my mother is alive, where is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression changed almost imperceptibly.<\/p>\n
Not fear.<\/p>\n
Satisfaction.<\/p>\n
He had wanted me to ask.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat,\u201d he said, \u201cis the question Victor never managed to answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then they took him out.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, I could hear only the continuing commands of police officers sweeping the building.<\/p>\n
Donald appeared in the doorway carrying Danielle.<\/p>\n
The sight of her broke through the paralysis.<\/p>\n
I crossed the room and pulled her into me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her arms tightened around my neck.<\/p>\n
Donald touched my back.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
I was not.<\/p>\n
Rachel sat against the wall several feet away, both hands visible while an officer stood over her.<\/p>\n
Victor lay on a stretcher.<\/p>\n
The bullet had struck high in his shoulder.<\/p>\n
He was alive.<\/p>\n
That mattered more than I wanted it to.<\/p>\n
Dead men could not answer questions.<\/p>\n
Agustin had been separated from us and was speaking to detectives near the far corridor.<\/p>\n
Elaine was somewhere upstairs.<\/p>\n
The original archive, copied drives, my father\u2019s ring and the recovered memory card were being catalogued as evidence.<\/p>\n
Everything that had once existed inside our family\u2019s private nightmare had become somebody else\u2019s chain of custody.<\/p>\n
An officer approached me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Wickham?\u201d<\/p>\n
I hated hearing the name.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m Detective Mara Ruiz.\u201d<\/p>\n
She was in her forties, with rain-darkened hair and a voice that seemed deliberately calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to get you and your daughter to a safe location.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHospital first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor Danielle. And for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Donald looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou feel sick?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve been poisoned for years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz\u2019s expression sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ve been told.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want blood work before anything changes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUnderstood.\u201d<\/p>\n
Danielle pulled back.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo I have to get blood taken?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel spoke from the wall.<\/p>\n
\u201cTest her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone looked at her.<\/p>\n
Donald\u2019s face hardened instantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know whether she was ever exposed.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room changed.<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never gave Danielle anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t what I asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere were times Mercer brought prepared supplements for the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin went cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat supplements?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVitamins. Powder packets. Things he said were for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Danielle?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I moved toward her before I realized I was moving.<\/p>\n
Donald caught my arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow could you not know?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel started crying.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I stopped asking enough questions.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer was too close to what Donald had already admitted about signing documents.<\/p>\n
That family had lived for decades by turning away at exactly the moment they should have looked closer.<\/p>\n
I pointed at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf anything happened to my daughter\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, you don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz stepped between us.<\/p>\n
\u201cHospital. Now.\u201d<\/p>\n
The medical center placed Danielle and me in separate examination rooms.<\/p>\n
Donald remained with her while I underwent blood tests, liver imaging and a toxicology panel ordered under emergency circumstances.<\/p>\n
Charlene arrived before the first results.<\/p>\n
She entered my room and hugged me without saying anything.<\/p>\n
For several seconds I let myself lean against her.<\/p>\n
Then I pulled back.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sent the files?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo three places.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo secure storage services and an attorney I trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look awful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently that\u2019s because people have been poisoning me for a decade.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cToo soon?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n
She sat.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened at the laboratory?\u201d<\/p>\n
I told her as much as I could without getting lost inside the telling.<\/p>\n
When I reached Mercer\u2019s statement about my mother, she stopped me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said your mother is alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould she be?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn\u2019t what I asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the window.<\/p>\n
Could she?<\/p>\n
Until twenty-four hours earlier, Victor had been dead too.<\/p>\n
Agustin had never existed.<\/p>\n
My father had died from a heart attack.<\/p>\n
Rachel loved me.<\/p>\n
Dr. Mercer was a trusted physician.<\/p>\n
My life had contained an alarming number of facts that were not facts at all.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Charlene leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did your mother die from?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPancreatic cancer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBiopsy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI assume.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou assume?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was twenty-nine. Mercer handled everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you ever see pathology?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cScans?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould they have been falsified?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything can apparently be falsified.\u201d<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t disagree.<\/p>\n
The first toxicology results returned an hour later.<\/p>\n
The compound had declined in my bloodstream since I stopped drinking Rachel\u2019s tea.<\/p>\n
That was the good news.<\/p>\n
The bad news was evidence of chronic liver injury consistent with prolonged exposure.<\/p>\n
My doctor explained that some damage could improve, but nobody would know how much until several months had passed.<\/p>\n
I listened carefully.<\/p>\n
I asked questions.<\/p>\n
I wrote things down.<\/p>\n
It felt strange to be in a medical room where nobody was minimizing me.<\/p>\n
When Danielle\u2019s pediatrician arrived, I went to her room.<\/p>\n
She sat on the bed eating crackers.<\/p>\n
Donald looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s fine so far.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo far?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRoutine blood work looks normal.\u201d<\/p>\n
I exhaled.<\/p>\n
The pediatrician explained that they had found no obvious signs of the compound in Danielle\u2019s system.<\/p>\n
Rachel\u2019s vague warning had not become another disaster.<\/p>\n
At least not yet.<\/p>\n
Danielle held out a cracker.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I took it.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She watched me eat half.<\/p>\n
Then she whispered, \u201cCan we go home?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Donald.<\/p>\n
Neither of us answered quickly enough.<\/p>\n
Danielle understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause of the broken windows?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd other things.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded with the grave patience children use when adults keep giving incomplete answers.<\/p>\n
Donald touched her hair.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll find somewhere safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
A knock sounded.<\/p>\n
Detective Ruiz entered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to speak with both of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Danielle looked worried.<\/p>\n
Donald said, \u201cHere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot about anything she needs to hear.\u201d<\/p>\n
We stepped into the hallway.<\/p>\n
Ruiz opened a folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor is stable. Rachel has been arrested pending charges. Mercer is in custody. Agustin and Elaine are both being questioned.\u201d<\/p>\n
Donald\u2019s jaw tightened at the mention of Rachel.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat charges?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAttempted murder is on the table. So are poisoning, conspiracy and child endangerment.\u201d<\/p>\n
He closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
I felt nothing I could name.<\/p>\n
Ruiz looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s another issue.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou checked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe started.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe state death record exists.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat proves nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Especially because Mercer signed it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She handed me a copy.<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
Evelyn Carter.<\/p>\n
Date of death.<\/p>\n
Hospital.<\/p>\n
Cause.<\/p>\n
Pancreatic adenocarcinoma.<\/p>\n
Mercer\u2019s signature.<\/p>\n
Everything looked official.<\/p>\n
Ruiz continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut there\u2019s no matching cremation authorization.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was buried.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe cemetery file lists an urn interment.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI confirmed twice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe buried a coffin.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAccording to cemetery records, no coffin was interred in that plot.\u201d<\/p>\n
My legs weakened.<\/p>\n
Donald caught my elbow.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz turned another page.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe funeral home handling your mother\u2019s service closed eight years ago after fraud allegations.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered the chapel.<\/p>\n
The closed casket.<\/p>\n
Mercer recommending we not view her after death because cancer had changed her appearance.<\/p>\n
I had accepted it.<\/p>\n
I had accepted everything.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was buried?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOpen it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz studied me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe plot?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat requires legal process.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen get it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re working on it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Donald.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother could be alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t say anything reckless like yes.<\/p>\n
He just squeezed my hand.<\/p>\n
Ruiz continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cMercer also made one phone call after arrest.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAn attorney.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s normal.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot exactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
The attorney was named Thomas Vale.<\/p>\n
The name meant nothing to me.<\/p>\n
Donald reacted.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe handled my father\u2019s estate.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe fake death?\u201d<\/p>\n
Donald nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd some of the restructuring documents Mom brought me.\u201d<\/p>\n
The chain was getting shorter.<\/p>\n
Ruiz showed us a photograph.<\/p>\n
Thomas Vale was in his sixties, silver-haired, clean-shaven.<\/p>\n
I had seen him before.<\/p>\n
Not recently.<\/p>\n
At my mother\u2019s funeral.<\/p>\n
He had stood near the rear of the chapel beside Mercer.<\/p>\n
I remembered because he wore a gray scarf indoors.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know Vale?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. But he was at my mother\u2019s funeral.\u201d<\/p>\n
Donald stared at the photo.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was at Dad\u2019s too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Two false deaths.<\/p>\n
One attorney.<\/p>\n
I felt something shift from confusion toward direction.<\/p>\n
\u201cFind Vale.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe are.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s one more thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course there was.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen officers searched Mercer\u2019s house, they found a storage room containing medical files.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMine?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYours, your mother\u2019s, Rachel\u2019s, Victor\u2019s and dozens of others.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was in my mother\u2019s?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe haven\u2019t finished review.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere were records dated after her official death.\u201d<\/p>\n
The hallway seemed to narrow.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long after?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz answered carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cSeven years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Donald whispered something under his breath.<\/p>\n
I stared at the detective.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother died eleven years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen somebody treated her four years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMost entries use codes instead of locations.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAny names?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne recurring notation.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz opened the folder and showed me.<\/p>\n
E.C. \u2014 maintained under protective identity.<\/p>\n
Protective identity.<\/p>\n
The phrase hurt in a way I hadn\u2019t expected.<\/p>\n
If my mother had survived, had she left willingly?<\/p>\n
Had she been hidden?<\/p>\n
Imprisoned?<\/p>\n
Protected?<\/p>\n
From whom?<\/p>\n
I thought of my father\u2019s video.<\/p>\n
The real inheritance is the legal authority to release every patient record.<\/p>\n
Mercer had called her the final surviving participant in my father\u2019s trust.<\/p>\n
Not beneficiary.<\/p>\n
Participant.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did my mother know?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what we need to find out.\u201d<\/p>\n
Charlene approached from the far end of the hallway carrying her laptop.<\/p>\n
\u201cMadison.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something in her voice made me turn immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was reviewing the files you sent.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father\u2019s video has embedded metadata.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cLocation?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She opened the screen.<\/p>\n
The video had not been recorded in my childhood home.<\/p>\n
It had been recorded at an address outside San Diego.<\/p>\n
Ruiz leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose property?\u201d<\/p>\n
Charlene searched the parcel record.<\/p>\n
A trust owned it.<\/p>\n
Samuel-Evelyn Medical Restitution Trust.<\/p>\n
My parents\u2019 names.<\/p>\n
Together.<\/p>\n
The trust still paid property taxes.<\/p>\n
Current mailing contact:<\/p>\n
Thomas Vale.<\/p>\n
Ruiz was already reaching for her phone.<\/p>\n
I looked at Donald.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Vale handled both fake deaths\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe may know where your mother is.\u201d<\/p>\n
Or he may have built the place where she disappeared.<\/p>\n
Two hours later, police located Vale\u2019s office.<\/p>\n
Empty.<\/p>\n
His home was empty too.<\/p>\n
His vehicle had left the city shortly after Mercer\u2019s arrest.<\/p>\n
Traffic cameras tracked it north.<\/p>\n
The last confirmed image showed him entering a rural road leading toward the trust property.<\/p>\n
Ruiz advised me to remain at the hospital.<\/p>\n
I refused.<\/p>\n
She refused harder.<\/p>\n
Eventually we compromised.<\/p>\n
Donald and I would be moved to a secured police facility with Danielle.<\/p>\n
Officers would search the property first.<\/p>\n
I hated it.<\/p>\n
But I was done taking my daughter into rooms where armed men waited.<\/p>\n
Near midnight, Ruiz called.<\/p>\n
I answered immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou found something.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her silence told me enough.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe found the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo Vale.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe found evidence someone had been living there recently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of evidence?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMedication. Clothing. Food. A bedroom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas it hers?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then Ruiz said the sentence I had been waiting for without knowing it.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s a photograph on the wall.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gripped the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cRecent?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou as a child.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat closed.<\/p>\n
Ruiz continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are dozens.\u201d<\/p>\n
Birthdays.<\/p>\n
School pictures.<\/p>\n
Family photographs.<\/p>\n
Someone had built a room around my childhood.<\/p>\n
My mother had either been living there.<\/p>\n
Or someone wanted me to believe she had.<\/p>\n
Then Ruiz\u2019s voice changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMadison, there\u2019s another photograph.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was taken last month.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand tightened around the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOutside your house.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned toward the secured room where Danielle slept beside Donald.<\/p>\n
My supposedly dead mother had been connected to a property filled with photographs of me.<\/p>\n
Someone from that property had watched my home.<\/p>\n
And just one month earlier, they had been close enough to take my picture.<\/p>\n
My mother had been dead for eleven years. That was the first thought that came to me after Mercer said it. Not anger. Not confusion. Just the simple fact that … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":10410,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10419","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-insightdrama"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10419","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10419"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10419\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10439,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10419\/revisions\/10439"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10410"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10419"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10419"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10419"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}