I left the study with my mother\u2019s folder pressed against my side.<\/p>\n
David was waiting in the hallway.<\/p>\n
Brenda stood farther back near the kitchen, her coat still buttoned, her purse now clutched against her ribs.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d David asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m going to his office.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll come.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer was immediate.<\/p>\n
His expression tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah, whatever Mercer is telling you concerns me too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I\u2019m your husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
I studied him.<\/p>\n
It was astonishing how quickly a familiar phrase could become suspicious once you heard it often enough.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel specifically asked me to come alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was not exactly what Daniel had said.<\/p>\n
I wanted to see David\u2019s reaction.<\/p>\n
His jaw shifted.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would he do that?\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Not surprise.<\/p>\n
Concern.<\/p>\n
I slipped my feet into shoes by the front door.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can ask him later.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brenda approached.<\/p>\n
\u201cLeaving now is a mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n
I picked up my car keys.<\/p>\n
\u201cShowing up here was yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah, we came because Jason is in real trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd somehow the solution required keeping me ignorant until six this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened the door.<\/p>\n
Cold morning air touched my face.<\/p>\n
Behind me, David said my name.<\/p>\n
I stopped without turning.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf this marriage matters to you at all, you won\u2019t walk out in the middle of this.\u201d<\/p>\n
For several seconds, I listened to the quiet street beyond the porch.<\/p>\n
Then I looked back at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf this marriage mattered to you, I would have known about this four months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped outside and closed the door.<\/p>\n
The city was beginning to wake as I drove downtown.<\/p>\n
Delivery trucks occupied loading zones. Streetlights blinked off one row at a time. At an intersection, a man in a fluorescent vest swept yesterday\u2019s leaves from the gutter.<\/p>\n
Ordinary things.<\/p>\n
I envied them.<\/p>\n
For the last six months, my life had felt divided into before and after.<\/p>\n
Before the hospital.<\/p>\n
After the funeral.<\/p>\n
Before the inheritance.<\/p>\n
After the number.<\/p>\n
Now another division was forming.<\/p>\n
Before six this morning.<\/p>\n
Whatever came next.<\/p>\n
Daniel Mercer\u2019s office occupied the twelfth floor of a building my mother had visited so often that the receptionist knew her coffee order.<\/p>\n
I had not known that until yesterday.<\/p>\n
That detail had bothered me.<\/p>\n
How could strangers know routines belonging to my mother that I had never seen?<\/p>\n
Daniel met me at the elevator.<\/p>\n
He was in his late sixties, silver-haired, narrow-shouldered, always dressed as though a photographer might appear unexpectedly.<\/p>\n
This morning his tie was crooked.<\/p>\n
That frightened me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou came quickly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me to.\u201d<\/p>\n
He glanced at the folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel, what is happening?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCome inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
He led me past the conference room we had used the previous day and into his private office.<\/p>\n
Another man was already there.<\/p>\n
He stood when I entered.<\/p>\n
Mid-fifties. Dark suit. No tie. A face built for being forgotten.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah, this is Thomas Reed.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Daniel.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is Thomas Reed?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cA forensic accountant.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remained standing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy do I need a forensic accountant?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel closed the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause your mother hired him eighteen months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
The folder suddenly felt heavier.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo investigate what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel gestured toward a chair.<\/p>\n
I sat because my knees had begun to feel unreliable.<\/p>\n
Thomas placed a thick binder on the desk.<\/p>\n
There was no label on its cover.<\/p>\n
Daniel sat opposite me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother became concerned about money leaving your household.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSmall amounts at first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow small?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas opened the binder.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty thousand. Thirty thousand. Forty-five. Then larger transfers.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of Jason.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe loans.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did my mother know?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel gave me a sad look.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never discussed our accounts with her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou discussed helping Jason.\u201d<\/p>\n
Memories surfaced.<\/p>\n
Lunches.<\/p>\n
Phone calls.<\/p>\n
Complaints I had considered harmless.<\/p>\n
David thinks we should help him one more time.<\/p>\n
Jason says he can repay us by spring.<\/p>\n
Brenda says he\u2019s finally found something stable.<\/p>\n
My mother had listened.<\/p>\n
I had mistaken her silence for disapproval.<\/p>\n
She had been collecting a pattern.<\/p>\n
Thomas turned several pages toward me.<\/p>\n
Rows of dates and amounts filled the sheets.<\/p>\n
I recognized transfers from our joint accounts.<\/p>\n
Others were unfamiliar.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are those?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFunds originating from entities associated with your mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe gave Jason money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot knowingly.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pressure formed in my chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cSeveral years ago, your mother provided funds to you and David for specific purposes. Home improvements. Investment accounts. A medical expense. Other family matters.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered each one.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe helped us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas tapped the spreadsheet.<\/p>\n
\u201cSome of those funds were redirected within days or weeks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo Jason?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEntities connected to him.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n
I looked at the amounts.<\/p>\n
One transfer was seventy-five thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
Another ninety.<\/p>\n
Another one hundred twenty-five.<\/p>\n
I remembered David explaining that our renovation costs had exceeded the estimate.<\/p>\n
Apparently not by as much as he had claimed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas did not pretend to misunderstand.<\/p>\n
\u201cOver eight years, we can document more than eight hundred thousand dollars moving toward Jason or ventures connected to him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the page.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat can\u2019t be right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI would have known.\u201d<\/p>\n
Neither man responded.<\/p>\n
That hurt.<\/p>\n
I looked at Daniel.<\/p>\n
\u201cI would have known.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother said the same thing the first time she saw the report.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pushed back from the desk.<\/p>\n
The room seemed too warm.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t she tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe intended to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe struggled with that decision.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe had eighteen months.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe also knew you were caring for her during her illness.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood and walked to the window.<\/p>\n
Below us, cars moved through the intersection like pieces on a board.<\/p>\n
My mother had been sick for nearly two years.<\/p>\n
There had been chemotherapy appointments, scans, medication changes, nights spent in emergency rooms.<\/p>\n
David had been there for some of it.<\/p>\n
I remembered thanking him.<\/p>\n
I remembered my mother watching us from her hospital bed.<\/p>\n
What had she known while I held her hand?<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she think David was doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at Thomas.<\/p>\n
Thomas answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first, she believed he was enabling his brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe found evidence suggesting something more complicated.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas removed another file.<\/p>\n
\u201cJason accumulated substantial debt through several business ventures.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know who helped arrange some of the financing?\u201d<\/p>\n
I already knew the answer before he said it.<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat again.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re still determining the full exposure.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much do you know about?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas looked at Daniel.<\/p>\n
Daniel nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cNearly twelve million dollars.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt as though someone had struck the center of my chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwelve million?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome is direct borrowing. Some consists of guarantees. Some appears connected to investment losses.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes David owe twelve million dollars?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPotentially.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of the legal pad in my kitchen.<\/p>\n
Forty million for liabilities.<\/p>\n
Suddenly the figure did not look random.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted my inheritance to cover it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe believe that possibility is why your mother created additional protections.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at Daniel.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew this would happen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe feared it might.\u201d<\/p>\n
He opened a drawer.<\/p>\n
Inside was a sealed envelope.<\/p>\n
My name was written across the front.<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
The sight of it broke through every defensive wall I had built that morning.<\/p>\n
For a moment, I was not an heiress, a wife, or a woman sitting inside a lawyer\u2019s office discussing financial fraud.<\/p>\n
I was somebody\u2019s daughter.<\/p>\n
Daniel placed the envelope in front of me.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wrote several letters.\u201d<\/p>\n
My fingers touched the paper.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis one was written about seven months before she died.\u201d<\/p>\n
I swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you read it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen how do you know what she wanted?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe left separate instructions for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned the envelope over but did not open it.<\/p>\n
Not yet.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat were they?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel folded his hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf anyone attempted to obtain a distribution exceeding ten million dollars during the first twelve months after her death, I was to show you the investigation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy ten million?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother believed a request that large would indicate the financial situation had reached a crisis.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about Brenda at my kitchen island.<\/p>\n
Jason needs help.<\/p>\n
Potentially all of it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe also instructed me to ask whether David had made the request himself.\u201d<\/p>\n
A cold sensation moved down my back.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she confronted him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing for a second.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo months before she died.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room seemed to tilt.<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid spoke to my mother about this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd neither of them told me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked uncomfortable.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t present for the entire conversation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother called me immediately afterward.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was furious.\u201d<\/p>\n
I could picture it.<\/p>\n
My mother rarely raised her voice. Anger made her quieter.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did David want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know exactly. She said he was asking questions about how your inheritance would be structured.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore she was dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hands became cold.<\/p>\n
There are betrayals that arrive dramatically.<\/p>\n
Others appear as a simple change in chronology.<\/p>\n
A question asked too early.<\/p>\n
A plan made before a funeral.<\/p>\n
A husband calculating what his wife might inherit while her mother was still alive.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she tell him the amount?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen how did he know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered David\u2019s face when I told him the estate estimate.<\/p>\n
Shock.<\/p>\n
Or what I had believed was shock.<\/p>\n
Maybe he had been surprised only by the exact number.<\/p>\n
Thomas pushed another sheet toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is where the investigation became more serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
The document showed loan applications.<\/p>\n
Several contained David\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
One contained a signature.<\/p>\n
I recognized it.<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid signed these?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the others?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe suspect signatures were copied or reproduced.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy Jason?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked closer.<\/p>\n
One application listed collateral.<\/p>\n
A property address.<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s condominium.<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas did not answer quickly enough.<\/p>\n
I looked at Daniel.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy is my mother\u2019s property listed on my husband\u2019s loan paperwork?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt should never have been.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the address.<\/p>\n
The condo where I had packed her clothes.<\/p>\n
The balcony where she grew rosemary.<\/p>\n
The dining room where we ate birthday cake.<\/p>\n
Someone had tried to use it as collateral.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid my mother know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My voice dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe stopped the transaction.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe discovered it before the lender completed verification.\u201d<\/p>\n
I read the date.<\/p>\n
Three months before she died.<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
She had been receiving treatment that week.<\/p>\n
I remembered driving her home from the hospital.<\/p>\n
She had fallen asleep in the passenger seat.<\/p>\n
While I worried about whether she could keep soup down, she had been fighting people trying to attach debt to her property.<\/p>\n
I looked at Daniel.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas David involved?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he sign it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe application used his information.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t what I asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel held my gaze.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe signature appears genuine.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room became silent.<\/p>\n
I thought of the man standing in my hallway less than an hour earlier telling me not to walk away if our marriage mattered.<\/p>\n
I finally opened my mother\u2019s envelope.<\/p>\n
The letter inside was only two pages.<\/p>\n
I read the first line.<\/p>\n
My eyes immediately filled.<\/p>\n
She had addressed me with the childhood nickname she stopped using when I went to college.<\/p>\n
I forced myself to continue.<\/p>\n
She wrote about trust.<\/p>\n
Not legal trusts.<\/p>\n
Human trust.<\/p>\n
She said love could make intelligent people overlook patterns they would recognize instantly in strangers.<\/p>\n
She admitted that she had done the same thing when she was younger.<\/p>\n
Then came the sentence that made me stop.<\/p>\n
If someone asks for what I left you, do not listen first to the reason they give. Ask what they did before they came to you.<\/p>\n
I read it twice.<\/p>\n
Then a third time.<\/p>\n
Daniel remained silent.<\/p>\n
My mother had known exactly where my weakness lived.<\/p>\n
I always listened to reasons.<\/p>\n
Someone was struggling.<\/p>\n
Someone had made a mistake.<\/p>\n
Someone needed one more chance.<\/p>\n
There was always a reason.<\/p>\n
I turned the page.<\/p>\n
Near the bottom, she had written another instruction.<\/p>\n
Do not rescue anyone until you know whether they fell or jumped.<\/p>\n
I folded the letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happens now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas closed the binder.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe continue tracing the debts.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel said, \u201cAnd you do nothing with the inheritance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t planning to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing means nothing. No guarantees. No loans. No signatures. No new entities.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is something else.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course there was.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel reached into the same drawer.<\/p>\n
This time he removed a smaller envelope.<\/p>\n
It was not addressed to me.<\/p>\n
Across the front was David\u2019s full name.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA copy of a letter your mother sent your husband after their private meeting.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heartbeat quickened.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I read it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel slid it across the desk.<\/p>\n
I removed the copy.<\/p>\n
The letter was brief.<\/p>\n
My mother told David she knew about the loans.<\/p>\n
She knew about Jason.<\/p>\n
She knew her property had appeared on financial documents without authorization.<\/p>\n
And she warned him that if he ever attempted to use me or my inheritance to repair the damage, she had made arrangements to ensure I learned everything.<\/p>\n
At the bottom was one final handwritten sentence.<\/p>\n
David had underlined it.<\/p>\n
Twice.<\/p>\n
I stared at the ink.<\/p>\n
My husband had known.<\/p>\n
Not suspected.<\/p>\n
Known.<\/p>\n
He had walked into our kitchen that morning knowing my mother had anticipated exactly what he was doing.<\/p>\n
My phone vibrated.<\/p>\n
David.<\/p>\n
I let it ring.<\/p>\n
A message appeared.<\/p>\n
We need to talk before you believe whatever Mercer shows you.<\/p>\n
I read it twice.<\/p>\n
Then another message arrived.<\/p>\n
There are things about your mother you don\u2019t know.<\/p>\n
I looked at Daniel.<\/p>\n
He had seen my expression.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
I placed the phone on the desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe says there are things about my mother I don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
Thomas stopped packing his files.<\/p>\n
Neither man spoke.<\/p>\n
A new fear entered the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked toward the closed office door.<\/p>\n
Then back at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah, before you go home, there is one more file you need to see.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat file?\u201d<\/p>\n
He opened the bottom drawer.<\/p>\n
This one required a key.<\/p>\n
From inside, he removed a photograph.<\/p>\n
It showed David standing outside my mother\u2019s building.<\/p>\n
Beside him was Jason.<\/p>\n
The date stamped in the corner was two weeks before my mother died.<\/p>\n
And standing between them was a man I had never seen before.<\/p>\n
Daniel tapped the stranger\u2019s face.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ve been trying to identify him for six months.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause three days after this picture was taken, someone tried again to borrow against your mother\u2019s assets.\u201d<\/p>\n
I left the study with my mother\u2019s folder pressed against my side. David was waiting in the hallway. Brenda stood farther back near the kitchen, her coat still buttoned, her … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":19464,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19471","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\/19471","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=19471"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19471\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19549,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19471\/revisions\/19549"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/19464"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=19471"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=19471"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=19471"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}