The baby in the photograph had lived.<\/p>\n
Harriet told us that much immediately.<\/p>\n
Everything after that came slowly.<\/p>\n
Rebecca became involved with Stephen before Margaret did.<\/p>\n
Before Eleanor.<\/p>\n
Before the St. Agnes system fully transformed.<\/p>\n
Rebecca understood Stephen early.<\/p>\n
Ambitious.<\/p>\n
Patient.<\/p>\n
Hungry for access.<\/p>\n
She believed she could use him.<\/p>\n
He believed the same about her.<\/p>\n
Their son was born in 1985.<\/p>\n
Arthur never knew Rebecca was pregnant.<\/p>\n
At least Harriet believed he did not.<\/p>\n
The birth happened privately.<\/p>\n
Pierce attended.<\/p>\n
Douglas prepared false records.<\/p>\n
The child was listed as stillborn.<\/p>\n
But he survived.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was his name?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Harriet shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never knew the real one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou moved babies.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho did?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca.\u201d<\/p>\n
She took her own child into the network and created another identity.<\/p>\n
Not because she wanted to lose him.<\/p>\n
Because she wanted to hide him.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom Stephen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she realized Stephen did not see the boy as a son.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAs what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Harriet\u2019s expression answered before her words did.<\/p>\n
\u201cAn heir.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stephen discovered Rebecca was Arthur\u2019s unacknowledged daughter.<\/p>\n
That meant their child carried Vale blood.<\/p>\n
Not through Eleanor.<\/p>\n
Through Rebecca.<\/p>\n
If Arthur ever acknowledged Rebecca, her son might have a claim.<\/p>\n
If Arthur did not, the child could still be used to challenge the estate.<\/p>\n
Stephen began constructing possibilities.<\/p>\n
Rebecca panicked.<\/p>\n
She disappeared the baby into the placement system.<\/p>\n
Then told Stephen the child died.<\/p>\n
He believed her.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor how long?\u201d Priya asked.<\/p>\n
Harriet stared at the old photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cUntil recently.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mind caught on the phrase.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow recently?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI do not know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMonths? Years?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why has Stephen been chasing me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he thought you were the only usable Vale heir.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not enough. Arthur\u2019s trust names Eleanor\u2019s descendants specifically.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Priya said. \u201cRebecca\u2019s child could not simply replace Grant.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harriet nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot under the current trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCurrent?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward Michael.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur rewrote it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter he learned Rebecca was blackmailing Douglas.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur apparently inserted protective language narrowing control to Eleanor\u2019s verified line.<\/p>\n
That made me valuable.<\/p>\n
But the original Vale holdings were more complicated.<\/p>\n
Several properties.<\/p>\n
Shell companies.<\/p>\n
Foundation accounts.<\/p>\n
Old industrial shares.<\/p>\n
Some were tied not to Eleanor, but to Arthur\u2019s descendants generally.<\/p>\n
Rebecca\u2019s son could claim pieces.<\/p>\n
Stephen wanted those too.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who is he?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Harriet whispered, \u201cThat is what Rebecca protected better than anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Cole returned with a tablet.<\/p>\n
Rebecca\u2019s aliases were multiplying.<\/p>\n
Lydia Shaw.<\/p>\n
Elaine Porter.<\/p>\n
Miriam Cole.<\/p>\n
Three others.<\/p>\n
Bank accounts.<\/p>\n
Medical licenses under forged histories.<\/p>\n
Therapy practices in different cities.<\/p>\n
She had been changing identities for decades.<\/p>\n
But one pattern appeared in every period.<\/p>\n
A younger male appeared somewhere nearby.<\/p>\n
Different surnames.<\/p>\n
Same birth year.<\/p>\n
1985.<\/p>\n
Cole placed photographs on the screen.<\/p>\n
A college student.<\/p>\n
A hospital intern.<\/p>\n
A man at a charity fundraiser.<\/p>\n
A security consultant.<\/p>\n
The images aged gradually.<\/p>\n
Same jaw.<\/p>\n
Same eyes.<\/p>\n
Same small scar near the left ear.<\/p>\n
I knew him.<\/p>\n
Not well.<\/p>\n
But enough.<\/p>\n
Marcus Bell.<\/p>\n
Or Michael Vale.<\/p>\n
No.<\/p>\n
I looked at Michael standing beside us.<\/p>\n
Then back at the photos.<\/p>\n
The resemblance was close.<\/p>\n
Too close.<\/p>\n
Cole noticed my confusion.<\/p>\n
\u201cThese are not Michael.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael stepped forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harriet stared at the images.<\/p>\n
Then whispered, \u201cOh God.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
She pointed to the third photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not Rebecca\u2019s son.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is Michael.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went silent.<\/p>\n
Michael looked at her as if she had struck him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you saying?\u201d<\/p>\n
Harriet moved closer to the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur Junior had this scar.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael touched behind his left ear automatically.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
No scar.<\/p>\n
Harriet looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are not Michael Vale.\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Cole reached for his weapon.<\/p>\n
Michael raised both hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cWait.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cHands where I can see them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said wait.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cName.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
The calm investigator disappeared.<\/p>\n
Something colder replaced him.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarcus Bell.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is fake.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael Vale?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlso fake.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me you were my brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked genuinely pained.<\/p>\n
\u201cI believed I was.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer stopped Cole for a moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus slowly removed his wallet.<\/p>\n
Inside were photographs.<\/p>\n
Letters.<\/p>\n
A birth certificate.<\/p>\n
All identifying him as Michael Vale.<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca gave me these.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harriet shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never met Arthur?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said you did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remembered what Rebecca told me to remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said trauma erased parts of my childhood.\u201d<\/p>\n
Priya said quietly, \u201cShe constructed your identity.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the age-progressed photographs again.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen where is the real Michael?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody knew.<\/p>\n
Marcus continued.<\/p>\n
Rebecca recruited him when he was twenty.<\/p>\n
He had grown up in foster care under the name Marcus Bell.<\/p>\n
She told him he was Arthur\u2019s hidden son.<\/p>\n
She produced documents.<\/p>\n
Photographs.<\/p>\n
Accounts.<\/p>\n
Enough to convince him.<\/p>\n
Then trained him to investigate the network.<\/p>\n
He spent years believing he was recovering his family history.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy fake your death?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Stephen tried to kill me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat part was real?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Celeste\u2019s fake sister?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca\u2019s idea.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew Rebecca as Lydia Shaw?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. As Elaine Porter.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI did not know she was Natalie\u2019s therapist.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca compartmentalized everyone.<\/p>\n
Even her chosen investigator.<\/p>\n
Eleanor looked devastated.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou approached me as my brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI believed it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou called me family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you were.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her expression softened only slightly.<\/p>\n
Pain remained.<\/p>\n
But the deception now had another author.<\/p>\n
I looked at Harriet.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould Marcus be Rebecca\u2019s son?\u201d<\/p>\n
She studied him.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow can you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWrong blood type.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca was O negative. Stephen was AB positive.\u201d<\/p>\n
Priya immediately understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe child could not be O.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus said, \u201cI am O positive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen not their son.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole ordered DNA collection from everyone willing to provide it.<\/p>\n
The case had moved beyond documents.<\/p>\n
Too many documents were false.<\/p>\n
Blood was becoming the only thing anyone trusted.<\/p>\n
Then Eleanor asked the question no one had asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Marcus is not Michael, where did the real Michael go?\u201d<\/p>\n
Harriet\u2019s answer came slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur hid him before Rebecca\u2019s son was born.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael saw something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Harriet looked toward the burning remains of the Brennan office.<\/p>\n
\u201cA child being moved.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich child?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI do not know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s son Michael was a teenager then.<\/p>\n
He witnessed Pierce and Douglas transferring an infant through St. Agnes after midnight.<\/p>\n
He confronted Arthur.<\/p>\n
Arthur realized Michael had become a target.<\/p>\n
Soon afterward, Michael \u201cdied\u201d in a boating accident.<\/p>\n
Another staged death.<\/p>\n
Arthur created a new identity for him.<\/p>\n
Only Arthur and one other person knew where he went.<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Harriet nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
And Margaret was dead.<\/p>\n
Or so we believed.<\/p>\n
The repetition no longer felt absurd.<\/p>\n
It felt like design.<\/p>\n
False death was the network\u2019s most reliable weapon.<\/p>\n
Erase someone on paper and the world stopped searching.<\/p>\n
I thought of Margaret\u2019s hospice records.<\/p>\n
False time of death.<\/p>\n
Pierce present.<\/p>\n
Douglas involved.<\/p>\n
Rebecca watching.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if Mom did not die?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Everyone stared at me.<\/p>\n
Raymond was not there to answer.<\/p>\n
But Harriet\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI saw her funeral.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClosed casket?\u201d<\/p>\n
Harriet froze.<\/p>\n
Priya whispered, \u201cWas it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho identified the body?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRaymond.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he see her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI assume.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
I called him.<\/p>\n
No response.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Detective Cole contacted the hospital.<\/p>\n
Raymond\u2019s room was empty.<\/p>\n
No sign of forced removal.<\/p>\n
No alarm.<\/p>\n
Security footage showed him leaving in a wheelchair.<\/p>\n
Pushed by a nurse.<\/p>\n
The nurse\u2019s face was hidden.<\/p>\n
He did not appear distressed.<\/p>\n
I stared at the screen when footage arrived.<\/p>\n
Raymond was awake.<\/p>\n
He looked toward the camera once.<\/p>\n
Then deliberately placed two fingers against his chest.<\/p>\n
A gesture.<\/p>\n
I knew it.<\/p>\n
From childhood.<\/p>\n
Mom used it whenever Dad was telling me something he did not want repeated.<\/p>\n
Keep this close.<\/p>\n
Do not speak.<\/p>\n
Raymond had left willingly.<\/p>\n
With someone he trusted.<\/p>\n
\u201cZoom in on the nurse.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole enlarged the frame.<\/p>\n
Gray hair.<\/p>\n
Slim build.<\/p>\n
The woman\u2019s face appeared for half a second as they turned.<\/p>\n
Harriet grabbed the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Natalie looked at the image.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Harriet could barely speak.<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
Older.<\/p>\n
Thinner.<\/p>\n
But there.<\/p>\n
The mouth.<\/p>\n
The posture.<\/p>\n
The small tilt of the head.<\/p>\n
My mother.<\/p>\n
Dead eleven years.<\/p>\n
Pushing Raymond through a hospital corridor.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
Eleanor covered her mouth.<\/p>\n
Natalie stood completely still.<\/p>\n
I felt no joy yet.<\/p>\n
Shock was too large.<\/p>\n
Anger followed.<\/p>\n
Then fear.<\/p>\n
If Margaret was alive, every story about her death had been constructed.<\/p>\n
By whom?<\/p>\n
And why had Raymond let me believe she was buried?<\/p>\n
My phone rang.<\/p>\n
Blocked number.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
A woman spoke.<\/p>\n
Her voice had aged.<\/p>\n
But I knew it instantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrant.\u201d<\/p>\n
I could not breathe.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
A quiet sob crossed the line.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI cannot tell you yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEleven years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let me bury you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou watched me get married.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
That silence answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew Natalie was your daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let it happen.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cI tried to stop it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI sent a letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo who?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never got it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho took it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everything returned to her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is Dad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs he safe?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did he go?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Rebecca has found the real Michael.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Marcus.<\/p>\n
He heard the name.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe has him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Every important person apparently did.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop doing that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cName him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret breathed once.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe real Michael Vale is Detective Aaron Cole.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
Cole stood three feet away.<\/p>\n
His face had gone blank.<\/p>\n
Nobody moved.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom says you are Michael.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole\u2019s hand dropped slowly away from his weapon.<\/p>\n
Harriet began crying.<\/p>\n
Cole looked at her.<\/p>\n
Then at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was told my parents died in a boating accident.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret heard him through the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey did not.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
Recognition.<\/p>\n
Not of her voice.<\/p>\n
Of the name.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have a letter from you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret inhaled sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA letter I have had since I was seventeen.\u201d<\/p>\n
He reached inside his jacket.<\/p>\n
From an inner pocket, he removed an old folded paper protected by plastic.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was told to open it only if someone ever called me Michael.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse hammered.<\/p>\n
Cole opened the letter.<\/p>\n
His eyes moved across Margaret\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt says Arthur Vale was my father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael.<\/p>\n
The real Michael.<\/p>\n
Detective Cole.<\/p>\n
He kept reading.<\/p>\n
His face drained.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is another line.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward Harriet.<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca did not hide me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho did?\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cStephen Cross.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would Stephen protect Arthur\u2019s son?\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole read the rest.<\/p>\n
Then looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Arthur knew who Stephen\u2019s hidden son was.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of the baby in the 1985 photograph.<\/p>\n
Rebecca and Stephen\u2019s child.<\/p>\n
The one hidden from Stephen.<\/p>\n
The one whose identity could still fracture the entire Vale estate.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes the letter name him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes shifted toward Marcus Bell.<\/p>\n
Marcus stepped backward.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole read the line aloud.<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca\u2019s son was placed under the name Marcus Bell.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus stared at him.<\/p>\n
Harriet shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut his blood type\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus whispered, \u201cMy records could be false.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
Another document.<\/p>\n
Another manufactured identity.<\/p>\n
Cole looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cDNA decides it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before anyone could answer, Marcus\u2019s phone buzzed.<\/p>\n
He looked at the screen.<\/p>\n
A photograph had arrived.<\/p>\n
Raymond sat in a chair beside Margaret.<\/p>\n
Both alive.<\/p>\n
Behind them stood Rebecca.<\/p>\n
She held a gun.<\/p>\n
Below the photograph was one sentence.<\/p>\n
BRING GRANT AND MARCUS TO ST. AGNES BEFORE SUNRISE, OR THIS FAMILY FINALLY ENDS.<\/p>\n
The baby in the photograph had lived. Harriet told us that much immediately. Everything after that came slowly. Rebecca became involved with Stephen before Margaret did. Before Eleanor. Before the … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":18867,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18879","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\/18879","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=18879"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18879\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18919,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18879\/revisions\/18919"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/18867"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=18879"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=18879"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=18879"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}