I did not believe her.<\/p>\n
Not because the claim was impossible.<\/p>\n
Impossible had become meaningless.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t believe her because Victor had spent the past twenty-four hours threatening my daughter, manipulating Donald, controlling Rachel and trying to recover evidence of crimes he clearly wanted buried.<\/p>\n
Men like that did not build restitution plans.<\/p>\n
My mother saw it in my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not asking you to forgive him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m asking you to understand where this began.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marianne closed the front curtains.<\/p>\n
Detective Ruiz remained near the doorway.<\/p>\n
Donald stood beside me, rigid.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father tried to expose himself?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first.\u201d<\/p>\n
Donald laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds convenient.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
She sat at the dining table.<\/p>\n
For the first time since I saw her alive, she looked her age.<\/p>\n
Older, perhaps.<\/p>\n
Eleven stolen years showed themselves in her hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cSit.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remained standing.<\/p>\n
She accepted that.<\/p>\n
Marianne placed a folder on the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel, Victor, Evelyn and I created the first restitution structure twenty-three years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at my mother.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew before Dad died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlmost everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another betrayal.<\/p>\n
Maybe necessary.<\/p>\n
Maybe not.<\/p>\n
Still a betrayal.<\/p>\n
My mother continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe original pharmaceutical operation began as legitimate research. Samuel provided capital. Victor handled distribution and corporate structure. Mercer managed clinical work.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAgustin?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cToo young to understand the full picture at first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRachel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMostly outside it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Donald folded his arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd my mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew Victor moved money through questionable accounts. She didn\u2019t know about human trials until later.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen how did Victor go from partner to murderer?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother flinched at the word.<\/p>\n
\u201cSlowly.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer was more frightening than if she had said greed.<\/p>\n
She explained that the first violations had been presented as emergency exceptions.<\/p>\n
Patients too sick for standard treatment.<\/p>\n
Compassionate use.<\/p>\n
Incomplete documentation.<\/p>\n
Then came subjects who did not fully understand consent forms.<\/p>\n
Then falsified signatures.<\/p>\n
Then trials hidden from regulators.<\/p>\n
By the time Samuel and Victor understood Mercer had crossed legal boundaries, the company had already generated massive profits.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t they stop him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey tried.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cToo late.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed once.<\/p>\n
\u201cEveryone in this story becomes brave after the worst part.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother lowered her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The admission robbed me of some anger.<\/p>\n
Not enough.<\/p>\n
Marianne opened the folder.<\/p>\n
Inside were copies of early trust documents.<\/p>\n
Two signatures appeared repeatedly.<\/p>\n
Samuel Carter.<\/p>\n
Victor Wickham.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe restitution fund was Victor\u2019s idea,\u201d Marianne said.<\/p>\n
Donald stared at his father\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHis wife.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elena.<\/p>\n
Their mother.<\/p>\n
Agustin had told us about Trial 17.<\/p>\n
My mother nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Elena died, Victor finally understood Mercer had treated his own family as disposable.\u201d<\/p>\n
Donald whispered, \u201cSo he turned.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor a while.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor and Samuel began moving money into a separate trust.<\/p>\n
They collected patient records.<\/p>\n
They planned compensation.<\/p>\n
They prepared to approach federal authorities.<\/p>\n
Marianne built financial structures designed to survive corporate collapse.<\/p>\n
My mother handled communications with families.<\/p>\n
Then something changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother looked at Donald.<\/p>\n
\u201cAgustin.\u201d<\/p>\n
Donald\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe stole internal records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo expose Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds helpful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt would have been, except Victor thought Agustin intended to destroy the company before restitution could be funded.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marianne added, \u201cVictor became convinced timing mattered more than truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was again.<\/p>\n
Delay.<\/p>\n
Control.<\/p>\n
Management.<\/p>\n
The disease that seemed hereditary.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor wanted to wait.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAgustin didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMercer wanted everything buried.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Vale?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVale worked for Victor.\u201d<\/p>\n
I paced to the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo the conflict wasn\u2019t initially whether to expose the crimes. It was when.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd who controlled the process.\u201d<\/p>\n
Control.<\/p>\n
Always control.<\/p>\n
Samuel wanted immediate disclosure.<\/p>\n
Agustin wanted the files released publicly.<\/p>\n
Victor wanted a controlled settlement that preserved enough company value to compensate victims.<\/p>\n
Mercer wanted silence.<\/p>\n
Vale initially served Victor.<\/p>\n
Rachel tried to keep Donald away from all of it.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s voice softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted your father alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
That silenced me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe became obsessed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith justice?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith finishing what he started.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe stopped sleeping. He kept copies in different places. He trusted almost no one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he trust you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer surprised me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe hid the music box archive from you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe second archive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe ring?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew the ring mattered. Not how.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marianne looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel was compartmentalizing information. He believed no one should be able to destroy everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut it also meant nobody could protect him properly.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother looked down.<\/p>\n
The final meeting happened because Samuel decided to release the records without Victor\u2019s approval.<\/p>\n
Victor came to stop him.<\/p>\n
Mercer came because Victor insisted he face consequences.<\/p>\n
Rachel came to mediate.<\/p>\n
Vale knew where Samuel would be.<\/p>\n
Agustin was invited separately but refused.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did Vale betray him?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor threatened to expose your location to people Mercer was using.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat people?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPrivate security contractors.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was a college student.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were leverage.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hated how often that word followed my name.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened after the recording stopped?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou haven\u2019t heard the second recorder.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat second recorder?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marianne stood and went to a cabinet.<\/p>\n
She returned carrying a small cassette.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel recorded the meeting twice.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course he did.<\/p>\n
One device in the room.<\/p>\n
One hidden on his body.<\/p>\n
Agustin had found the first aftermath.<\/p>\n
My father had created another witness.<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you listened to it?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you never gave it to police?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI tried.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter Samuel died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVale intercepted me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAgain?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said Victor had people watching every route out.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz spoke for the first time.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you believed him?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt that time, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz took the cassette.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can digitize this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marianne shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI already did.\u201d<\/p>\n
She opened a laptop.<\/p>\n
The audio file began.<\/p>\n
Static.<\/p>\n
Then my father\u2019s labored breathing.<\/p>\n
The first recording had ended after Rachel promised to protect me.<\/p>\n
This one continued.<\/p>\n
Victor\u2019s voice came close.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel, tell me where the records are.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re dying for paper.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m dying because Mercer poisoned me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe dose was not lethal.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father laughed weakly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen call an ambulance.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
That silence convicted all of them more than words.<\/p>\n
Rachel spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor, call.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot until he gives me the ledger.\u201d<\/p>\n
Donald closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
My father said, \u201cThere you are.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe man you became.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor\u2019s voice changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t moralize.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou built the restitution trust because Elena died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t say her name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou wanted to make it right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI still do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. You want to control how guilty you look.\u201d<\/p>\n
A chair scraped.<\/p>\n
Victor shouted.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think releasing everything helps victims? The company collapses. The trust disappears. Families get nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen let it collapse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd thousands of innocent employees?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBetter unemployed than complicit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEasy for you to say.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re bargaining with dead people.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then Mercer.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf this gets out, everyone in this room goes to prison.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Even now, hearing it, I felt something loosen inside me.<\/p>\n
He had included himself.<\/p>\n
He had been willing to face consequences.<\/p>\n
Victor wasn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
My father continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI signed the investments. I ignored warning signs. I profited. Put my name first.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother covered her mouth.<\/p>\n
Victor\u2019s voice lowered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ll destroy Madison.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe deserves a father who told the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then a noise.<\/p>\n
Movement.<\/p>\n
My father gasped.<\/p>\n
Rachel screamed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor shouted.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t touch him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer said, \u201cHis heart rhythm is unstable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFix it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI need equipment.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCall an ambulance.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then Victor.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Donald turned away.<\/p>\n
My mother began crying.<\/p>\n
Victor continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Not an act of murder in one dramatic motion.<\/p>\n
A delay.<\/p>\n
A choice.<\/p>\n
A man deciding that information mattered more than a dying life.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s breathing worsened.<\/p>\n
He said something faint.<\/p>\n
The audio crackled.<\/p>\n
Marianne increased volume.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvelyn.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother bent forward.<\/p>\n
My father had said her name.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
\u201cTell Madison I was wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat closed.<\/p>\n
Wrong about what?<\/p>\n
The recording offered no answer.<\/p>\n
Victor spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel, where is the ledger?\u201d<\/p>\n
My father whispered something.<\/p>\n
Victor leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
My father laughed.<\/p>\n
Then said:<\/p>\n
\u201cWith the person you least suspect.\u201d<\/p>\n
The recording ended.<\/p>\n
I stared at the laptop.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe never knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
Donald looked at Marianne.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRachel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAgustin?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVale?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel didn\u2019t trust him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of the memory card in the music box.<\/p>\n
But that had been financial data.<\/p>\n
Maybe not the original ledger.<\/p>\n
Maybe a copy.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what was Victor chasing?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marianne answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe master ledger.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow is that different?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt contains identities of every executive, regulator, physician, contractor and law-enforcement contact who received money.\u201d<\/p>\n
Not just internal crime.<\/p>\n
External protection.<\/p>\n
A corruption map.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho had it?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about my father\u2019s final phrase.<\/p>\n
The person you least suspect.<\/p>\n
Then another memory surfaced.<\/p>\n
Rachel telling us someone had been watching the house for years.<\/p>\n
Mercer positioning himself nearby.<\/p>\n
Victor believing the ledger was hidden with me.<\/p>\n
Agustin chasing records.<\/p>\n
Everyone assumed Samuel had hidden evidence with family.<\/p>\n
Maybe that was the error.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho did Dad trust outside all of you?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cVery few people.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnyone?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marianne looked toward the cassette.<\/p>\n
Then at my mother.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was one.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Marianne answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cDr. Helen Price.\u201d<\/p>\n
The name sounded familiar.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered.<\/p>\n
My childhood pediatrician.<\/p>\n
A quiet woman who gave me stickers after vaccinations.<\/p>\n
She had attended my father\u2019s funeral.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she have to do with the company?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother whispered, \u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was exactly why.<\/p>\n
The person Victor least suspected.<\/p>\n
Ruiz was already typing.<\/p>\n
\u201cHelen Price.\u201d<\/p>\n
She searched.<\/p>\n
Her expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSan Diego.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart accelerated.<\/p>\n
\u201cCurrent practice?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Retired.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAddress?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz looked at us.<\/p>\n
\u201cSame address for thirty-two years.\u201d<\/p>\n
We left immediately.<\/p>\n
Dr. Price\u2019s house was small, blue and immaculately maintained.<\/p>\n
I remembered the porch.<\/p>\n
My mother had brought me here once when I was sick and the clinic was closed.<\/p>\n
Ruiz knocked.<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
A neighbor stepped outside.<\/p>\n
\u201cHelen?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz showed her badge.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did you last see her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith anyone?\u201d<\/p>\n
The neighbor thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cA man visited.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat man?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOlder. Gray hair.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mind went first to Mercer.<\/p>\n
Then Victor.<\/p>\n
The neighbor continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe walked with a cane.\u201d<\/p>\n
Donald and I looked at each other.<\/p>\n
Thomas Vale used a cane after an old injury.<\/p>\n
But Vale was hospitalized.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you recognize him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVehicle?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBlack sedan.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz radioed the description.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed the front door.<\/p>\n
Not closed.<\/p>\n
Open half an inch.<\/p>\n
Police entered.<\/p>\n
The living room was empty.<\/p>\n
No struggle.<\/p>\n
Kitchen empty.<\/p>\n
Bedroom empty.<\/p>\n
Then an officer called from the study.<\/p>\n
We found Helen Price sitting in a chair.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
A bruise marked her temple.<\/p>\n
Her hands were loosely bound.<\/p>\n
When she saw me, she started crying.<\/p>\n
\u201cMadison.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knelt.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have Samuel\u2019s eyes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz cut the ties.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho did this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dr. Price looked toward the desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe came for the ledger.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
She swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour grandfather.\u201d<\/p>\n
Donald froze.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy grandfather?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dr. Price looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMadison\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
My blood turned cold.<\/p>\n
My mother whispered from behind me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father died forty years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dr. Price shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Evelyn.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at us with an expression that contained thirty years of fear.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father was the first man Samuel ever tried to expose.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not believe her. Not because the claim was impossible. Impossible had become meaningless. I didn\u2019t believe her because Victor had spent the past twenty-four hours threatening my daughter, … <\/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-10422","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\/10422","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=10422"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10422\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10442,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10422\/revisions\/10442"}],"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=10422"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10422"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10422"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}