Julian read Candice\u2019s letter twice.<\/p>\n
Then a third time.<\/p>\n
His face seemed to lose years and gain them at once.<\/p>\n
Eight months earlier.<\/p>\n
That date mattered because eight months earlier Candice had still been behaving as though she wanted me comfortable in my own home.<\/p>\n
She brought tea.<\/p>\n
She drove me to appointments.<\/p>\n
She ordered the nonslip bathmat I still used.<\/p>\n
And apparently, during those same weeks, she had written to a legally dead man proposing to sell my house after moving me into assisted living.<\/p>\n
Julian placed the paper on the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe planned all of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond shrugged.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe planned something.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca asked, \u201cHow did she contact you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
We all looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen how did you get the letter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter stiffened.<\/p>\n
Rebecca turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cExplain.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cCandice hired me to locate Raymond.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat came later,\u201d Raymond said.<\/p>\n
Peter shot him a look.<\/p>\n
\u201cShut up.\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond smiled.<\/p>\n
Interesting.<\/p>\n
Rebecca focused on Peter.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did Candice first retain you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeven months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe letter is dated eight months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen someone else delivered it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter said nothing.<\/p>\n
Raymond tapped his cane against the carpet.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is the part everybody keeps avoiding.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho delivered the letter?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Raymond looked at Julian.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour son did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian stood so suddenly the chair struck the wall.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond did not flinch.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have never met you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t say you met me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never delivered anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond reached into his folder.<\/p>\n
Rebecca raised a hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cSlowly.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled at her.<\/p>\n
Then removed another sheet.<\/p>\n
A courier receipt.<\/p>\n
Julian\u2019s name appeared in the sender information.<\/p>\n
He stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not my handwriting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Rebecca said.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
The address was ours.<\/p>\n
The phone number belonged to Julian.<\/p>\n
The email did not.<\/p>\n
It was close.<\/p>\n
One letter different.<\/p>\n
Julian sat again.<\/p>\n
\u201cCandice.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter finally spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe created several email accounts using his identity.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian turned toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI discovered them later.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did not think that mattered?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was hired to locate a man, not audit your marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca\u2019s voice sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are becoming less sympathetic by the minute.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m aware.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pointed toward the receipt.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow was it sent?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA document service in Savannah,\u201d Raymond said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho physically took it there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo idea.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca photographed the receipt.<\/p>\n
Julian rubbed his forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Candice made it look like I contacted Raymond.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Raymond said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInsurance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAgainst what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn case the scheme failed.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word scheme came too easily from Raymond.<\/p>\n
I distrusted anyone who sounded pleased to describe another person\u2019s wrongdoing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy keep the letter?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause people who plan fraud should always assume the recipient keeps paperwork.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that wisdom from experience?\u201d<\/p>\n
He grinned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca asked, \u201cWhat did you do when you received it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI ignored it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought it was Julian.\u201d<\/p>\n
My son stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t trust you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe haven\u2019t spoken in years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father cut Raymond out of the family.\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter your father paid off the last of the warehouse debt, he told Raymond never to contact us again.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA Christmas when Dad threw a card away.\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond laughed softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe always hated my Christmas cards.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened after you ignored the letter?\u201d Rebecca asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing for six weeks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnother letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
He produced it.<\/p>\n
This one had no signature.<\/p>\n
It referred to the same proposal.<\/p>\n
Money from the eventual sale.<\/p>\n
Confidentiality.<\/p>\n
No direct communication with Evelyn.<\/p>\n
The writer knew details about Arthur\u2019s trust.<\/p>\n
Not the value.<\/p>\n
But the restrictions.<\/p>\n
The two-physician requirement.<\/p>\n
The protection against involuntary relocation.<\/p>\n
The notification provision involving Candice.<\/p>\n
Rebecca\u2019s expression tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cCandice had access to some of this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Malcolm\u2019s earlier explanation echoed in my mind.<\/p>\n
Arthur had trusted her with protective instructions.<\/p>\n
She had converted that trust into a map.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do after the second letter?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI answered.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt mentioned the trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMeaning money interested you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMeaning whoever wrote it knew things very few people knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did you respond?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo the email.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich one?\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond recited it.<\/p>\n
Again, it resembled Julian\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
A false identity wrapped around my son.<\/p>\n
Julian leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want every message.\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cSettlement.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen this meeting is finished.\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond blinked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou came all this way.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo assess whether you possessed a legitimate claim.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. You possess evidence of historical fraud in which you participated, evidence of more recent conduct by Candice Mercer, and perhaps information relevant to an ongoing financial abuse matter.\u201d<\/p>\n
His smile vanished.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca gathered her files.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you want lawful compensation, file a claim.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know I can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
That silenced him.<\/p>\n
I stayed seated.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy can\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I am legally dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen fix that.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think it is that simple?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I think you built yourself a prison and now want us to pay rent.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter looked down to hide another reaction.<\/p>\n
Raymond gripped his cane.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur owed me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPerhaps.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t believe me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI believe Arthur failed me in ways I am only beginning to understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
That surprised him.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I also believe you forged my signature, threatened Elaine and let your brother spend decades cleaning up damage you helped create.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did what I had to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I heard my own words from the phone call with Candice.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had choices.\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur made choices too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I intend to understand them.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
My hip protested.<\/p>\n
Julian moved instinctively to help.<\/p>\n
Then stopped himself.<\/p>\n
He waited.<\/p>\n
I nodded once.<\/p>\n
He offered his arm.<\/p>\n
I took it.<\/p>\n
That was how help was supposed to work.<\/p>\n
Offered.<\/p>\n
Accepted.<\/p>\n
Not imposed.<\/p>\n
As we reached the door, Raymond said, \u201cAsk Candice who gave her the trust documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe received them from Arthur.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you alleging?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe detailed restrictions in that second letter were not in the folder Arthur gave her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Malcolm had said the same thing indirectly.<\/p>\n
Candice knew a protected fund existed.<\/p>\n
She did not know its current value.<\/p>\n
But did she know every restriction?<\/p>\n
\u201cWho gave them to her?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Raymond smiled again.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow you understand why I kept talking.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone at the law firm.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMalcolm?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond tapped the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cMessages first require settlement.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca opened the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
We left.<\/p>\n
Peter followed us into the hallway.<\/p>\n
Raymond shouted after him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re finished too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter closed the conference-room door.<\/p>\n
Rebecca glared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you have more evidence, now is the time.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter looked exhausted.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have copies of the emails.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd payment records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom Candice?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does some mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne payment came from an account with Julian\u2019s name on it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI did not pay you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI believe you.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was the first reassuring thing Peter had said to him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause the transfer came from a joint household account after credentials were changed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian looked at the floor.<\/p>\n
Candice handled their online banking.<\/p>\n
Of course she did.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d Rebecca asked.<\/p>\n
Peter hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe first retainer didn\u2019t come from Candice.\u201d<\/p>\n
We all looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA company.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat company?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMeridian Care Consulting.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had never heard of it.<\/p>\n
Rebecca wrote the name down.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlacement services. Elder-care coordination. Estate transition.\u201d<\/p>\n
A strange phrase.<\/p>\n
Estate transition.<\/p>\n
I thought of packed boxes.<\/p>\n
Magnolia Gardens.<\/p>\n
My photograph in Candice\u2019s SUV.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho owns it?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Peter looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cA woman named Natalie Greene.\u201d<\/p>\n
Candice\u2019s sister.<\/p>\n
For a moment, nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
Natalie.<\/p>\n
The same woman on the kitchen speakerphone.<\/p>\n
The woman who asked where I would go.<\/p>\n
The woman who already knew Magnolia Gardens.<\/p>\n
Julian leaned against the wall.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is bigger than Candice.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca held up a hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not jump ahead.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cAgreed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Natalie pay you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFive thousand initially.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo verify whether Raymond Mercer was alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would she care?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said she was helping her sister solve an estate issue.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was the estate issue.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter did not disagree.<\/p>\n
Rebecca asked for every invoice, email and payment record.<\/p>\n
He promised to send them.<\/p>\n
This time she made him do it while we stood there.<\/p>\n
The messages arrived before we reached the elevator.<\/p>\n
On the drive home, Julian barely spoke.<\/p>\n
Halfway to Savannah, he said, \u201cI met Natalie through Candice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI assumed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe always disliked me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat may be irrelevant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe called me weak.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas she wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at the road.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat does not make her good.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Candice started talking about Mom needing more care\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou mean me.\u201d<\/p>\n
He winced.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Candice started saying you needed more care, Natalie supported it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe sent brochures.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor Magnolia Gardens?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe nine months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before the letter to Raymond.<\/p>\n
The timeline tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you ever ask me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCandice said she was only researching.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you accepted that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Natalie ever come to the house while I was out?\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOnce when you were at Martha\u2019s. Once during your eye appointment.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey went through paperwork.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat paperwork?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDining room.\u201d<\/p>\n
The hutch stood there.<\/p>\n
So did the cabinet where I once kept old financial records before Candice \u201corganized\u201d them.<\/p>\n
Rebecca called Malcolm from the passenger seat.<\/p>\n
She asked about Natalie Greene.<\/p>\n
Silence followed.<\/p>\n
Then Malcolm said, \u201cI know the name.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart sank.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe contacted our firm last year.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian tightened his grip on the wheel.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur\u2019s trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca\u2019s voice hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cOn whose authority?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe represented herself as a care consultant assisting Evelyn Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed once.<\/p>\n
Nobody else did.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you give her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing substantive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does substantive mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGeneral procedural information.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat a trust existed, that it contained protective restrictions and that any incapacity determination required specified medical findings.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Malcolm sounded sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cI believe it may have been.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho spoke to her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA junior associate at the time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cName.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel Reeves.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not know him.<\/p>\n
\u201cStill with the firm?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe left six months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did he go?\u201d<\/p>\n
Malcolm hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cMeridian Care Consulting.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian pulled onto the shoulder so abruptly that gravel snapped beneath the tires.<\/p>\n
Rebecca and I stared at him.<\/p>\n
He turned toward us.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy God.\u201d<\/p>\n
The connection was no longer inference.<\/p>\n
Natalie\u2019s company had hired someone from the law firm that held Arthur\u2019s trust records.<\/p>\n
A man who had apparently spoken with Natalie about the trust.<\/p>\n
A man who left shortly after.<\/p>\n
Rebecca asked Malcolm one final question.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Reeves ever access Evelyn Mercer\u2019s full file?\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a long silence.<\/p>\n
Then Malcolm said, \u201cI need to audit the archive logs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo it now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAsk him something else.\u201d<\/p>\n
She put the call on speaker.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat, Evelyn?\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned toward the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cMalcolm, did Daniel Reeves know Candice?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
Malcolm sounded ashamed.<\/p>\n
\u201cCandice introduced him to our office as a family contact three years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Three years.<\/p>\n
Not eight months.<\/p>\n
Not one year.<\/p>\n
Three.<\/p>\n
Whatever had happened had roots far deeper than the plan to place me in Magnolia Gardens.<\/p>\n
Before Rebecca could ask another question, my phone rang.<\/p>\n
Martha.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvelyn?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice was frightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone broke into my house.\u201d<\/p>\n
Every thought vanished.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you hurt?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was taken?\u201d<\/p>\n
She breathed shakily.<\/p>\n
\u201cOnly one thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew before she said it.<\/p>\n
The folder.<\/p>\n
The one where Martha had kept copies of the documents I brought her every Wednesday.<\/p>\n
My records of Candice\u2019s behavior.<\/p>\n
My notes.<\/p>\n
Dates.<\/p>\n
Copies.<\/p>\n
Evidence.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe drawer was opened,\u201d Martha whispered. \u201cNothing else is gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca was already dialing the police.<\/p>\n
Julian started the car.<\/p>\n
But Martha had one more thing to say.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvelyn, there was something left on my kitchen table.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA photograph.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour house.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand tightened around the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cRecent?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow recent?\u201d<\/p>\n
Martha\u2019s voice trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour new locks are visible.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian read Candice\u2019s letter twice. Then a third time. His face seemed to lose years and gain them at once. Eight months earlier. That date mattered because eight months earlier … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":17236,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17244","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\/17244","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=17244"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17244\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17273,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17244\/revisions\/17273"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/17236"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=17244"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=17244"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=17244"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}