Detective Hale arrived at Carol\u2019s house before I did.<\/p>\n
By the time Richard and I pulled into the driveway, two patrol cars were parked near the curb, Ethan was sitting at the kitchen table, and Carol was arguing with an officer about whether coffee counted as contaminating evidence.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt contaminates my patience if nobody drinks it,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
The officer looked at me as though hoping I might explain her.<\/p>\n
I could not.<\/p>\n
Ethan stood when I entered.<\/p>\n
He was trying to look composed, which at thirteen meant his shoulders were too straight and his face was too blank.<\/p>\n
I hugged him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou alright?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat means no?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked past me toward Detective Hale.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m kind of freaking out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes widened.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means your judgment still works.\u201d<\/p>\n
That earned the smallest smile.<\/p>\n
The package remained on the far side of the kitchen table inside a clear plastic evidence bag.<\/p>\n
Brown padded envelope.<\/p>\n
No return address.<\/p>\n
My name nowhere on it.<\/p>\n
Only Ethan\u2019s.<\/p>\n
That detail bothered me more than the photograph.<\/p>\n
Someone had chosen him.<\/p>\n
Not Daniel.<\/p>\n
Not Carol.<\/p>\n
Not me.<\/p>\n
A child.<\/p>\n
Hale motioned toward a chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cSit.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
He slid a photograph across the table.<\/p>\n
It showed me standing outside Desert Valley Bank the morning I opened Harold\u2019s box.<\/p>\n
Another surveillance image.<\/p>\n
This one closer than the photograph found in Calvin Reed\u2019s file.<\/p>\n
My face was visible.<\/p>\n
So was the bank entrance.<\/p>\n
On the back, in block letters:<\/p>\n
ASK ABOUT THE SECOND BOX.<\/p>\n
I looked at Hale.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was only one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat you knew about.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
Carol crossed her arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly are we talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cHarold had a safe-deposit box Margaret discovered after his death.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI found out last week.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve been busy being threatened.\u201d<\/p>\n
She considered that.<\/p>\n
\u201cFair.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hale slid the brass key toward me inside its plastic sleeve.<\/p>\n
\u201cRecognize it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
The number stamped on the head was not the same as Harold\u2019s original key.<\/p>\n
I knew that immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis isn\u2019t his.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCertain?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHis key had 417 stamped here.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pointed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis says 286.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnother bank key?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hale looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWould Harold have maintained more than one box?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI would have said no yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol sat beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re not seriously telling me Harold had another secret vault.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am telling you I no longer know what Harold considered normal.\u201d<\/p>\n
That almost made her smile.<\/p>\n
Hale asked whether Harold had banked anywhere else.<\/p>\n
We listed everything we remembered.<\/p>\n
Desert Valley.<\/p>\n
A credit union near the railroad yard.<\/p>\n
An older savings bank that had merged twice.<\/p>\n
A small downtown institution Harold used before Daniel was born.<\/p>\n
Richard wrote names.<\/p>\n
Carol contributed half-remembered details.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe had something at Mesa Community Credit Union.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he used to complain about their pens.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like Harold.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe had standards.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout free pens?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEspecially free pens.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cMesa Community still exists.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hale made a note.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything else?\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol suddenly frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Dad died, Harold helped Mom clean out his paperwork.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe found an old deposit certificate.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that have to do with this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She pressed two fingers to her forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut after that he kept talking about not leaving financial messes for family.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sounded exactly like him.<\/p>\n
Harold hated unfinished paperwork almost as much as he hated weak coffee.<\/p>\n
Hale said, \u201cWe\u2019ll check institutions connected to him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the envelope.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho sent this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCalvin?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn custody.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmily?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlso under investigation, but no evidence she had this key.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who?\u201d<\/p>\n
Hale\u2019s voice remained steady.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is what we are trying to determine.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hated that answer less than I once had.<\/p>\n
Maybe exhaustion had improved my patience.<\/p>\n
Or damaged it beyond repair.<\/p>\n
Ethan had been silent.<\/p>\n
Now he asked, \u201cWhy would somebody care about Grandpa\u2019s box?\u201d<\/p>\n
Every adult in the room looked at him.<\/p>\n
He frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
It was the obvious question.<\/p>\n
We had been so busy identifying the key that we had ignored motive.<\/p>\n
I turned to Hale.<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat concerns me too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard said, \u201cCalvin\u2019s operation centered on sudden wealth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Harold died before the lottery,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo whatever this is, it predates the jackpot.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe Harold actually left money.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI saw the estate.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou saw what he told you about.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gave her a look.<\/p>\n
She raised both hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m just saying the man apparently had secret tapes and hidden rings.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ethan whispered, \u201cGrandpa was kind of awesome.\u201d<\/p>\n
Despite everything, we laughed.<\/p>\n
The laughter lasted only a moment.<\/p>\n
Then Hale asked for permission to search Harold\u2019s remaining estate records.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAny storage?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy belongings from Tucson.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
A storage facility in Scottsdale.<\/p>\n
The same one holding the boxes I had not unpacked into Daniel\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
My life before grief, preserved behind a roll-up metal door.<\/p>\n
Hale wrote down the address.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll go together.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m coming.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaggie, Harold was my brother-in-law for forty-eight years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou still cannot follow police into an evidence search because you\u2019re nosy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can if they let me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hale sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s limit this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol looked offended.<\/p>\n
I almost enjoyed it.<\/p>\n
Daniel arrived shortly after.<\/p>\n
Renee remained at home with Lily.<\/p>\n
When I showed him the photograph and key, his expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad had another box?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel picked up the evidence bag.<\/p>\n
\u201c286.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou recognize it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
His answer came too quickly.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at the number.<\/p>\n
Then his face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWait.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone became still.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He rubbed the bridge of his nose.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen I was a kid, Dad had an old metal toolbox.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn the garage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe kept spare keys inside the top tray.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne had a plastic tag.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat number?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why is that relevant?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I remember asking what it opened.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse quickened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said, \u2018Something your mother won\u2019t need until she does.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
The kitchen went silent.<\/p>\n
Carol muttered, \u201cThat infuriating man.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt the same.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen was this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was maybe twelve.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore we bought the Tucson house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout then.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo decades ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
That changed everything.<\/p>\n
This key was not tied to the lottery.<\/p>\n
Not to my new house.<\/p>\n
Not to recent events.<\/p>\n
Harold had maintained something for perhaps thirty-five years.<\/p>\n
Hale asked, \u201cWhat happened to the toolbox?\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew.<\/p>\n
\u201cStorage.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
We drove there under police escort.<\/p>\n
The storage unit smelled of dust, cardboard, and a faint trace of cedar from the old chest Harold\u2019s father had built.<\/p>\n
Boxes stood in rows labeled in my handwriting.<\/p>\n
KITCHEN.<\/p>\n
BOOKS.<\/p>\n
DANIEL SCHOOL.<\/p>\n
HAROLD GARAGE.<\/p>\n
The last one sat near the back.<\/p>\n
I touched the marker line.<\/p>\n
I had written it during the move after his death.<\/p>\n
At the time, opening it had seemed impossible.<\/p>\n
Now Detective Hale cut the tape.<\/p>\n
Inside were work gloves.<\/p>\n
Railroad caps.<\/p>\n
Old screwdrivers.<\/p>\n
A level.<\/p>\n
A cracked thermos.<\/p>\n
And the metal toolbox.<\/p>\n
Daniel recognized it immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s it.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hands trembled as Hale opened the lid.<\/p>\n
Top tray.<\/p>\n
Loose screws.<\/p>\n
Electrical tape.<\/p>\n
Two spare house keys.<\/p>\n
A tiny folded measuring tape.<\/p>\n
And an empty ring where another key had once hung.<\/p>\n
Beneath it lay a yellowed paper tag.<\/p>\n
286.<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo someone took the original key.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hale nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen mailed me another?\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard asked, \u201cCould it be a duplicate?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLikely.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hale photographed everything.<\/p>\n
Beneath the tray we found something else.<\/p>\n
A sealed envelope.<\/p>\n
Not addressed to me.<\/p>\n
Addressed to Daniel.<\/p>\n
My son stared at it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
His name was written in Harold\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n
Daniel Briggs.<\/p>\n
For when you\u2019re old enough to understand what belongs to whom.<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never saw this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hale asked whether we wanted to open it now.<\/p>\n
Daniel sat on an overturned crate.<\/p>\n
His fingers shook.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He broke the seal.<\/p>\n
Inside was one sheet of paper.<\/p>\n
He read silently at first.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
I asked.<\/p>\n
He handed it to me.<\/p>\n
Harold had written the letter when Daniel was twenty-three.<\/p>\n
The year he married Renee.<\/p>\n
He described a small investment account he had opened years earlier using compensation from a railroad injury settlement.<\/p>\n
Not a fortune.<\/p>\n
A beginning.<\/p>\n
He had placed the account under a trust arrangement intended for me if he died first.<\/p>\n
The critical sentence was underlined.<\/p>\n
This is for your mother\u2019s independence, not the family\u2019s convenience.<\/p>\n
My breath caught.<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at the floor.<\/p>\n
Harold continued.<\/p>\n
If Maggie ever chooses to help you, be grateful. Never confuse her ability to help with an obligation to do it.<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
Then I reached the final paragraph.<\/p>\n
There is additional documentation in Box 286 at Mesa Community Credit Union.<\/p>\n
Richard exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere it is.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel covered his mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew I might\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
He could not finish.<\/p>\n
Need me.<\/p>\n
Expect from me.<\/p>\n
Take without asking.<\/p>\n
There were many endings.<\/p>\n
I sat beside him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father worried about all of us.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s eyes were wet.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wrote this before I even had kids.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was the account?\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard looked at the letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe should verify.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hale agreed.<\/p>\n
The credit union confirmed Box 286 existed.<\/p>\n
Registered originally to Harold.<\/p>\n
Transferred after his death under dormant estate provisions, pending proof from me as surviving beneficiary.<\/p>\n
No one had accessed it in nineteen years.<\/p>\n
That fact mattered.<\/p>\n
Whoever sent the duplicate key knew about it.<\/p>\n
But they had apparently not opened it.<\/p>\n
We scheduled access for the next morning.<\/p>\n
I slept badly.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
At seven, I sat on the porch with tea and Harold\u2019s old wedding ring in my palm.<\/p>\n
For weeks, every hidden thing he had left behind seemed to carry another instruction.<\/p>\n
I found myself becoming irritated with him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou could have just told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
The swing squeaked.<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know that, right?\u201d<\/p>\n
Squeak.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
Squeak.<\/p>\n
Then I began laughing.<\/p>\n
Because I could hear what he would have said.<\/p>\n
So are you.<\/p>\n
At the credit union, Hale insisted on accompanying us.<\/p>\n
Richard came.<\/p>\n
Daniel too.<\/p>\n
The box was larger than the Desert Valley one.<\/p>\n
Inside were investment statements.<\/p>\n
Old stock certificates.<\/p>\n
Property documents.<\/p>\n
A sealed legal file.<\/p>\n
And one envelope addressed to me.<\/p>\n
Maggie \u2014 this is boring but important.<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds promising.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard reviewed the financial records first.<\/p>\n
His expression gradually changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis account grew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
He continued calculating.<\/p>\n
\u201cHarold never touched it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much, Richard?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cCurrent estimated value, assuming the successor account remained invested according to these instructions\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
He paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout four point eight million.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel sat back.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at Richard.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHarold and I never had that kind of money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t spend this.\u201d<\/p>\n
The original settlement had been modest.<\/p>\n
But Harold had added small amounts.<\/p>\n
Year after year.<\/p>\n
Decades of compounding.<\/p>\n
Railroad stock.<\/p>\n
Index funds.<\/p>\n
Reinvested dividends.<\/p>\n
An account so boring I had never known it existed had quietly become significant.<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
Eighty-nine million had made four point eight million sound small.<\/p>\n
Three months earlier, it would have transformed everything.<\/p>\n
Daniel whispered, \u201cDad made Mom a millionaire before the lottery.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cEffectively, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The irony was almost unbearable.<\/p>\n
I opened Harold\u2019s envelope.<\/p>\n
His note was simple.<\/p>\n
Maggie,<\/p>\n
If this grew properly, it should be enough for you to live where you want without asking Daniel whether there is room.<\/p>\n
I stopped reading.<\/p>\n
Daniel closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
You will probably say I should have told you. You are right.<\/p>\n
I laughed through tears.<\/p>\n
He knew.<\/p>\n
Of course he knew.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t tell you because every time we had extra money, you found someone who needed it more.<\/p>\n
Also true.<\/p>\n
This one was mine to protect for you.<\/p>\n
The final line made my hands shake.<\/p>\n
Please spend some of it on something completely unnecessary.<\/p>\n
Love,
\nH.<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat would Dad consider unnecessary?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA good suitcase.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat specific?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe complained about luggage prices for forty years.\u201d<\/p>\n
We laughed.<\/p>\n
Then Hale\u2019s phone rang.<\/p>\n
He stepped outside.<\/p>\n
When he returned, the humor was gone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe identified who ordered the duplicate key.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe locksmith kept digital records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
Hale looked at Daniel first.<\/p>\n
Then me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe order was placed eighteen months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore the lottery.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
He slid a printed receipt across the table.<\/p>\n
Customer name:<\/p>\n
Victor Salazar.<\/p>\n
I stared at it.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow could Victor know about Harold\u2019s box eighteen months ago?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is exactly the question.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard looked toward the trust documents.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis may never have started with Margaret\u2019s lottery win.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hale nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what started it?\u201d<\/p>\n
The detective placed another document beside the receipt.<\/p>\n
A property filing.<\/p>\n
Old.<\/p>\n
Almost thirty years old.<\/p>\n
Victor Salazar\u2019s name did not appear.<\/p>\n
But another did.<\/p>\n
A man named Samuel Salazar.<\/p>\n
The seller of a small parcel of railroad-adjacent land Harold had once purchased through the investment account.<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is Samuel?\u201d<\/p>\n
Hale answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor\u2019s father.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room changed.<\/p>\n
For the first time, the threat had a history.<\/p>\n
Not three months.<\/p>\n
Not eighteen months.<\/p>\n
Nearly thirty years.<\/p>\n
Whatever Victor Salazar wanted from Harold\u2019s box, it had begun long before eighty-nine million dollars ever entered my life.<\/p>\n
Detective Hale arrived at Carol\u2019s house before I did. By the time Richard and I pulled into the driveway, two patrol cars were parked near the curb, Ethan was sitting … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":13524,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13547","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\/13547","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=13547"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13547\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13582,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13547\/revisions\/13582"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/13524"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13547"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13547"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13547"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}