Rain streaked the hospital window while the voicemail\u2019s final sentence seemed to remain in the room after the recording ended.<\/p>\n
Ask your brother why your father closed the Lake Mercer account.<\/p>\n
Detective Ruiz looked at Liam.<\/p>\n
So did I.<\/p>\n
My brother had spent the entire night trying to steady me.<\/p>\n
Now he could not seem to steady himself.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is Lake Mercer?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Liam rubbed both palms over his face.<\/p>\n
Ruiz stepped between the bed and his chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore anyone starts explaining family history, I need clarity. Is Lake Mercer a company, a person, or an account?\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam stared at the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cAn account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father\u2019s?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot exactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
My patience thinned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat phrase is never followed by anything good.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad monitored it. I don\u2019t think he owned it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would he monitor someone else\u2019s account?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expect me to believe that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
His answer surprised me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s why I should have told you years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
The rain sounded louder against the glass.<\/p>\n
My father, Arthur Carter, had been dead for nine years.<\/p>\n
At least death was the shape I had assigned to the absence.<\/p>\n
Pancreatic cancer had taken him quickly after years in which he seemed almost indestructible. He was the person who taught me how to reconcile my first checking account and made me explain every discrepancy until the numbers balanced.<\/p>\n
Even now, I could picture his hands.<\/p>\n
Long fingers.<\/p>\n
A fountain pen.<\/p>\n
Two taps against the desk before every important signature.<\/p>\n
I remembered his cedar-smelling office more clearly than I remembered his funeral.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Dad tell you?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Liam sat.<\/p>\n
\u201cThree months before his final hospitalization, he came to Riverside.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor treatment?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. To see me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never told me that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m telling you now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
He absorbed the remark without defending himself.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad said he needed me to keep something safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA sealed envelope.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz moved closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was inside?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know at the time. He told me not to open it unless something happened to him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did \u2018something\u2019 mean?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI asked. He laughed it off and said he was being dramatic.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sounded exactly like my father.<\/p>\n
He hated being worried over.<\/p>\n
When he experienced chest pain two years before the cancer diagnosis, he had described it as indigestion until Liam practically dragged him into testing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do with the envelope?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI put it in my apartment safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd after he died?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI opened it.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice had become quieter.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was a handwritten ledger.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mind shifted immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAccount numbers. Transfers. Dates. Initials.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAmounts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBank names?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJurisdictions?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA few.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Lake Mercer?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the top of the first page.\u201d<\/p>\n
My breathing slowed.<\/p>\n
The accountant inside me began constructing possibilities.<\/p>\n
It might have been a single account.<\/p>\n
A project name.<\/p>\n
A trust.<\/p>\n
An internal label.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you give it to me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI tried.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI copied it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA few weeks after the funeral.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are the copies?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI mailed them to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, you didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression hardened with certainty.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never received anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were living with Ethan by then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe were engaged.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI sent the package to the old Apex office because you were there every day.\u201d<\/p>\n
The cramped second-floor office returned to me instantly.<\/p>\n
Unfinished drywall.<\/p>\n
The printer downstairs making the floor vibrate.<\/p>\n
Stacks of invoices on folding tables because we had not yet bought proper furniture.<\/p>\n
Ethan bringing takeout at midnight.<\/p>\n
Me believing exhaustion meant we were building something together.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was in the package?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPhotographs of every ledger page and a letter explaining what Dad told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou mailed the original?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz asked, \u201cDid you use tracked delivery?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you have the receipt?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot after eight years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you remember who signed?\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam hesitated.<\/p>\n
Something inside me tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cLiam.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI checked delivery because you never called.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho signed for it?\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes met mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan.\u201d<\/p>\n
The name landed with physical force.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI saw his signature.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaya.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan would have told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Even as I said it, I heard the absurdity.<\/p>\n
Liam heard it too.<\/p>\n
He did not point it out.<\/p>\n
\u201cI called you,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t remember any call.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEleven times in three days.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou weren\u2019t answering.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Ethan say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe first time, he said you were busy.\u201d<\/p>\n
I could barely breathe.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe second?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said you were overwhelmed by the wedding and your father\u2019s estate.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd after that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou called me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did not.\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam looked confused now.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me to stop interfering.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never said that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly did I say?\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes shifted as he searched a memory nearly a decade old.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said I was treating you like a child. You said Ethan was your future and that I needed to accept it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never said that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz lowered her tablet.<\/p>\n
\u201cDr. Carter, did you speak with your sister interactively?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas it a normal conversation?\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was short.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you ask questions?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she answer?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMostly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything unusual?\u201d<\/p>\n
He began to shake his head.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt one point I mentioned Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou ignored it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat proves nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI asked whether she had called you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did I say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said, \u2018I have nothing else to discuss.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
A chill passed over me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t sound like me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you were furious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid the call cut out?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz sat forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long did it last?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe a minute.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEight years ago,\u201d I said. \u201cYou\u2019re not suggesting somebody generated my voice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot necessarily generated,\u201d Ruiz replied. \u201cRecorded material can be edited. Voice impersonation existed long before modern synthetic tools.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of Ethan\u2019s habits during our early relationship.<\/p>\n
He saved everything.<\/p>\n
Voicemails.<\/p>\n
Video messages.<\/p>\n
Phone recordings from vacations.<\/p>\n
He called himself sentimental.<\/p>\n
My fingertips went numb.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would he go that far over a ledger?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat depends on what was in the ledger,\u201d Ruiz said.<\/p>\n
I turned back to Liam.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe original. Where is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
I nearly shouted.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad\u2019s cabin.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time all night, I almost laughed from disbelief.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe fishing cabin?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe place near Bell County?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNobody used it after he got sick.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich is exactly why somebody could search it without anyone noticing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz already had her phone out.<\/p>\n
\u201cAddress?\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam gave it to her.<\/p>\n
She stepped into the corridor.<\/p>\n
I stared at my brother.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou kept this from me for eight years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you had seen the copies.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter I supposedly told you to stop interfering, you never asked me again?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMonths later.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did I say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said there was no reason to keep reopening Dad\u2019s affairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t say that either.\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam\u2019s face lost color.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many times did you actually speak to me?\u201d<\/p>\n
He went silent.<\/p>\n
That was answer enough.<\/p>\n
\u201cMessages,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
He nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cMostly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVoicemails?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTexts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid we meet?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot for almost a year.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered that year.<\/p>\n
Ethan had always had a reason.<\/p>\n
A project deadline.<\/p>\n
A flu outbreak at Liam\u2019s hospital.<\/p>\n
My workload.<\/p>\n
Wedding planning.<\/p>\n
Trips.<\/p>\n
Family tensions Ethan insisted Liam had created.<\/p>\n
Isolation had not arrived as a locked room.<\/p>\n
It arrived as scheduling.<\/p>\n
Ruiz returned.<\/p>\n
\u201cOfficers are being sent to the cabin. Nobody touches anything until they document the site.\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam nodded.<\/p>\n
I said, \u201cWe still don\u2019t know why the voicemail mentioned Lake Mercer now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz agreed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe caller also mentioned an amendment.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat amendment?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked through my own memory.<\/p>\n
Corporate amendments.<\/p>\n
Trust amendments.<\/p>\n
Vendor agreements.<\/p>\n
Nothing obvious matched.<\/p>\n
Then something surfaced.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father\u2019s trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was an amendment after he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho prepared it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat changed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s the problem. I was told it was administrative.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Ethan.<\/p>\n
The memory was faint.<\/p>\n
We had been planning the wedding, drowning in Apex problems and probate documents.<\/p>\n
Ethan had placed a folder on our dining table.<\/p>\n
Just estate cleanup, he had said.<\/p>\n
Your father\u2019s attorney already reviewed it.<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan gave it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam cursed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you sign?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI signed dozens of estate documents that year.\u201d<\/p>\n
The humiliation was immediate.<\/p>\n
I, the forensic accountant who lectured clients about signing without review, had been grieving and exhausted and trusting the man I planned to marry.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did it amend?\u201d Ruiz asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need the document.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWould it be in your files?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOn the missing laptop?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
The pattern was becoming unbearable.<\/p>\n
Every road led back to records Ethan had touched.<\/p>\n
My phone made a soft notification sound inside its evidence sleeve.<\/p>\n
Ruiz reached for it.<\/p>\n
Another message had arrived from the unknown number.<\/p>\n
No text.<\/p>\n
Only an audio attachment.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t play it yet,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Ruiz paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf somebody is directing us, I want to understand what they already know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s reasonable.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Liam.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe caller knew you had the ledger.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew Dad closed Lake Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew about the amendment.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd he knew the portal was compromised.\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam\u2019s eyes sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat connects Dad\u2019s records to your audit.\u201d<\/p>\n
Exactly.<\/p>\n
The same thought had arrived in both of us.<\/p>\n
The suspicious Apex payments might not have begun with Ethan.<\/p>\n
Halden\u2019s investigation could have uncovered something older.<\/p>\n
Something connected to Arthur Carter.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat year did Dad give you the ledger?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNine years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd when did Apex nearly collapse?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe year before your wedding.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSame year.\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam frowned.<\/p>\n
I sat as upright as my ribs allowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan\u2019s company was insolvent. Then new money appeared.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour trust money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you saying?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m saying I need to know whether any other capital entered Apex during that period.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz asked, \u201cWould that be in the records you saved?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam connected the encrypted drive again.<\/p>\n
This time I directed him to old financing folders.<\/p>\n
The screen filled with spreadsheets I had not opened in years.<\/p>\n
I recognized my own formatting.<\/p>\n
Loan conversions.<\/p>\n
Capital injections.<\/p>\n
Vendor settlements.<\/p>\n
A bridge financing schedule.<\/p>\n
I pointed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere.\u201d<\/p>\n
A payment had entered an Apex holding account nine months before our wedding.<\/p>\n
Two hundred fifty thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
Liam looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho sent it?\u201d<\/p>\n
I enlarged the line.<\/p>\n
The originating entity was called Mercer North Holdings.<\/p>\n
My pulse stumbled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve seen that name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTrust documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz moved beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father\u2019s trust?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you didn\u2019t authorize this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t remember it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould your father have?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was already sick.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould Ethan?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot through my trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
Unless the amendment changed something.<\/p>\n
I stared at the screen until the numbers blurred.<\/p>\n
My assault had begun with an audit email.<\/p>\n
The audit had led to a fraudulent portal.<\/p>\n
The fraudulent portal led to an unknown caller.<\/p>\n
The caller led to Lake Mercer.<\/p>\n
Lake Mercer led to my dead father.<\/p>\n
And now a payment carrying the Mercer name had entered Ethan\u2019s failing company before our marriage.<\/p>\n
Liam whispered, \u201cMaya.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe package.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe ledger?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Ethan signed for it before this financing was finalized\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not finish.<\/p>\n
He did not need to.<\/p>\n
Maybe Ethan had not discovered my father\u2019s financial secrets six months ago.<\/p>\n
Maybe he had discovered them before we married.<\/p>\n
A knock came at the door.<\/p>\n
Detective Ruiz answered.<\/p>\n
A uniformed officer stood outside.<\/p>\n
They spoke quietly.<\/p>\n
Ruiz\u2019s face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d Liam asked.<\/p>\n
She turned toward us.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe team reached your father\u2019s cabin.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe lock was intact.\u201d<\/p>\n
Relief flickered across Liam\u2019s face.<\/p>\n
It disappeared when Ruiz continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe inside has been emptied.\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo furniture. No boxes. No books. Nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe desk?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe ledger?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz did not answer.<\/p>\n
Liam sank into the chair.<\/p>\n
I watched guilt overtake him.<\/p>\n
Eight years of hiding the ledger had ended with an empty room.<\/p>\n
But my father had taught me something before he taught me almost anything else.<\/p>\n
Never trust one record when the truth matters.<\/p>\n
I looked at Liam.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad made another copy.\u201d<\/p>\n
He raised his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he taught me to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruiz stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere would he keep it?\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of Arthur Carter tapping his pen twice against tax returns.<\/p>\n
Old files.<\/p>\n
Boring files.<\/p>\n
Records nobody threw away because he considered disposal an act of financial vandalism.<\/p>\n
Then I knew.<\/p>\n
\u201cHis tax archives.\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are they?\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened my mouth.<\/p>\n
Before I could answer, someone spoke from the doorway.<\/p>\n
\u201cWith me.\u201d<\/p>\n
All three of us turned.<\/p>\n
My mother stood there in a rain-damp blue coat.<\/p>\n
And the look on her face told me she had known far more about my father\u2019s secrets than either of her children had ever been allowed to learn.<\/p>\n
Rain streaked the hospital window while the voicemail\u2019s final sentence seemed to remain in the room after the recording ended. Ask your brother why your father closed the Lake Mercer … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":14382,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14386","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\/14386","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=14386"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14386\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14411,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14386\/revisions\/14411"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/14382"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14386"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14386"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14386"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}