Three days passed without anyone coming back from the dead.<\/p>\n
I noticed.<\/p>\n
By day three, I almost trusted it.<\/p>\n
The story moved from houses and graves into courtrooms, interview rooms, and spreadsheets.<\/p>\n
Which, according to Lena, was where criminal empires actually died.<\/p>\n
Gregory Hale was charged first.<\/p>\n
Conspiracy.<\/p>\n
Kidnapping.<\/p>\n
Fraud.<\/p>\n
Obstruction.<\/p>\n
Weapons violations.<\/p>\n
The list was longer than the page Lena showed us.<\/p>\n
Claire faced charges too.<\/p>\n
Her cooperation began within twenty-four hours.<\/p>\n
Joanna did not visit her immediately.<\/p>\n
When I asked why, she said, \u201cBeing sisters does not create a deadline for forgiveness.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wrote that down later.<\/p>\n
It seemed useful.<\/p>\n
Robert Crane survived his gunshot wound.<\/p>\n
That disappointed Margaret.<\/p>\n
She said so during her first formal proffer session with federal prosecutors.<\/p>\n
Lena told her that wishing defendants dead rarely improved cooperation agreements.<\/p>\n
Margaret replied that she was seventy-six and had limited interest in improving anyone\u2019s impression.<\/p>\n
I understood her more than I wanted to.<\/p>\n
Helena surrendered records.<\/p>\n
Thousands.<\/p>\n
She had maintained parallel archives for decades.<\/p>\n
Names of victims.<\/p>\n
Agents.<\/p>\n
Judges.<\/p>\n
Notaries.<\/p>\n
Care facilities.<\/p>\n
Funeral homes.<\/p>\n
Attorneys.<\/p>\n
Some people knowingly participated.<\/p>\n
Some followed instructions without understanding.<\/p>\n
Some looked away because paperwork seemed legitimate.<\/p>\n
That was the most unsettling part.<\/p>\n
S.M. Legacy survived not because everyone was evil.<\/p>\n
Because enough people assumed someone else had checked.<\/p>\n
Howard came home from the hospital on the fourth day.<\/p>\n
Not to my house.<\/p>\n
To my sister\u2019s.<\/p>\n
We agreed.<\/p>\n
Slow.<\/p>\n
No grand reunion.<\/p>\n
No spare key.<\/p>\n
No pretending fourteen lost years vanished because biology had been confirmed.<\/p>\n
He called each morning at nine.<\/p>\n
Not earlier.<\/p>\n
We talked for twenty minutes.<\/p>\n
If he wanted to discuss the past, he asked first.<\/p>\n
The first time he did, I nearly cried.<\/p>\n
Respect can look ridiculously small after years without it.<\/p>\n
Frank remained at the motel.<\/p>\n
He texted once a day.<\/p>\n
No pressure.<\/p>\n
Usually practical.<\/p>\n
The broken window was scheduled for repair.<\/p>\n
The insurance adjuster needed a statement.<\/p>\n
His oncology appointment had been rescheduled.<\/p>\n
He never ended with I love you.<\/p>\n
That mattered too.<\/p>\n
Love was no longer being used as leverage.<\/p>\n
Diane and Ross came over Friday afternoon.<\/p>\n
They stood on the porch awkwardly.<\/p>\n
No sticky notes.<\/p>\n
No tape measure.<\/p>\n
I opened the door.<\/p>\n
Diane held a bakery box.<\/p>\n
\u201cI brought pie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApple.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou hate apple.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was new.<\/p>\n
Ross held nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cAm I supposed to bring something?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
We sat in the living room.<\/p>\n
Frank\u2019s chair remained empty.<\/p>\n
Diane looked at it only once.<\/p>\n
Then at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan we talk about the funeral?\u201d<\/p>\n
I braced.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe labels.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
The beginning.<\/p>\n
The stupid pink squares that had exposed everything.<\/p>\n
Diane folded her hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cI lied about why I was labeling things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know the clock was for Margaret.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot all of them.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
She took a breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe clock was for Margaret. Dad\u2019s desk too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy the desk?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe thought there might be documents inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the television?\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane looked embarrassed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was Ross.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ross nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI actually wanted the television.\u201d<\/p>\n
At least honesty could still be funny.<\/p>\n
Diane continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe chair was mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrank\u2019s recliner.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t want it because it was valuable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. You don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward the empty chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Dad was sick, he called me one night.\u201d<\/p>\n
Frank had been in the recliner.<\/p>\n
Could not sleep.<\/p>\n
Pain bad.<\/p>\n
He asked Diane to come over.<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
\u201cI had a dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cA stupid work dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n
Frank told her it was fine.<\/p>\n
He always said fine when he meant disappointed.<\/p>\n
Diane said she would visit the next day.<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
Then the next.<\/p>\n
By the time she came, he had moved to the bedroom and never sat in the chair again.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted it because I thought if I took the chair, I could pretend I had been there.\u201d<\/p>\n
That changed the object.<\/p>\n
Not the behavior.<\/p>\n
But the object.<\/p>\n
\u201cI should have asked,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI should have asked how you were.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI should have waited.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
No excuses.<\/p>\n
Then Ross spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy television thing was exactly as bad as it looked.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
He shrugged.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m working on depth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood luck.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled.<\/p>\n
Then became serious.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought Dad\u2019s money proved whether he loved us.\u201d<\/p>\n
Frank had spent years giving financially.<\/p>\n
School.<\/p>\n
Cars.<\/p>\n
Business loans.<\/p>\n
Mortgage help.<\/p>\n
Ross interpreted money as measurement.<\/p>\n
When Frank married me, money became competition.<\/p>\n
If I received, Ross believed he lost.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Dad left you the house, I thought that meant he chose you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did choose me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ross flinched.<\/p>\n
\u201cAs his wife.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat didn\u2019t mean he stopped choosing you as his son.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ross stared at his hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that now.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was again.<\/p>\n
But this time I let the phrase stay.<\/p>\n
Some people earn back ordinary words.<\/p>\n
Diane asked about the trust.<\/p>\n
Aaron had confirmed there would be no immediate inheritance.<\/p>\n
Frank was alive.<\/p>\n
His estate was his.<\/p>\n
Anything he gave later would be his decision.<\/p>\n
They both understood.<\/p>\n
Neither protested.<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you have changed our inheritance?\u201d Diane asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf the seventy-two hours had completed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about the pink notes.<\/p>\n
The tape measure.<\/p>\n
The cruelty.<\/p>\n
Then everything that followed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had the power.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat didn\u2019t mean I knew what to do with it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ross nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
Maybe that was Samuel\u2019s opposite.<\/p>\n
Power without certainty.<\/p>\n
We ate apple pie.<\/p>\n
Too much cinnamon.<\/p>\n
I said so.<\/p>\n
Diane smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad likes it that way.\u201d<\/p>\n
Likes.<\/p>\n
Present tense.<\/p>\n
Nobody corrected her.<\/p>\n
After an hour, Ross went outside to take a call.<\/p>\n
Diane stayed.<\/p>\n
Something remained.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s something else.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
My body tensed.<\/p>\n
She saw.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo dead people.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo secret corporations.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBetter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo guns.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExcellent.\u201d<\/p>\n
She took something from her purse.<\/p>\n
A small folded note.<\/p>\n
Pink.<\/p>\n
My heart sank.<\/p>\n
Not one of the funeral labels.<\/p>\n
Older.<\/p>\n
Faded.<\/p>\n
Frank\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did you get that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad gave it to me three months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
I unfolded it.<\/p>\n
One sentence.<\/p>\n
IF I FAIL HER AGAIN, TELL EILEEN I KNEW BEFORE I DID IT.<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
Part of the letter I found in the clock echoed the same idea.<\/p>\n
Frank knew staging his death was wrong before he did it.<\/p>\n
Diane said Frank had come to see her after meeting Howard.<\/p>\n
He was frightened.<\/p>\n
He told her he was considering a plan that would hurt me.<\/p>\n
She told him not to do it.<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked your advice?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said if the only way his plan worked was by lying to you, then the plan was bad.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
Diane, of all people.<\/p>\n
She continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen Margaret called me that night.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everything shifted.<\/p>\n
Margaret told Diane Frank was in danger.<\/p>\n
She claimed if he told me the plan, people watching the house would know.<\/p>\n
Diane believed her.<\/p>\n
Then she helped keep Frank\u2019s plan secret.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew he was going to fake his death?\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane looked sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot exactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat he might disappear.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know the coffin would contain Thomas?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know he would let me believe he was dead?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her silence hurt.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
The room tilted.<\/p>\n
Diane rose too.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou watched me at the funeral.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stood next to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou watched me touch that coffin.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tears ran down her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The pink labels suddenly became different again.<\/p>\n
Not merely greed.<\/p>\n
Not merely Margaret\u2019s manipulation.<\/p>\n
Diane had walked into my home carrying the knowledge that Frank might still be alive.<\/p>\n
Then she labeled my furniture.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow could you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt him.\u201d<\/p>\n
That stopped me.<\/p>\n
She knew Frank had chosen another impossible secret.<\/p>\n
She hated him for putting her inside it.<\/p>\n
She hated me because I was the person he was supposedly protecting.<\/p>\n
And she hated herself for agreeing.<\/p>\n
The labels had been an act of fury.<\/p>\n
Petty.<\/p>\n
Cruel.<\/p>\n
Real.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought if he was going to destroy everything anyway, I wanted something of his before it happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
That did not excuse her.<\/p>\n
But it finally made sense.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy tell me now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause if I hide this, then I\u2019m doing the same thing again.\u201d<\/p>\n
Truth before strategy.<\/p>\n
I sat.<\/p>\n
She remained standing.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes Frank know you\u2019re telling me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he ask you not to?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the old pink note.<\/p>\n
IF I FAIL HER AGAIN, TELL EILEEN I KNEW BEFORE I DID IT.<\/p>\n
Frank had known.<\/p>\n
Not merely intellectually.<\/p>\n
He knew enough to warn Diane.<\/p>\n
That made his choice worse.<\/p>\n
And strangely more honest.<\/p>\n
He had not stumbled blindly into harm.<\/p>\n
He had chosen it while understanding.<\/p>\n
That was harder to forgive.<\/p>\n
Maybe easier to judge.<\/p>\n
Diane wiped her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t expect you to forgive me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
Then left.<\/p>\n
I sat with the note until evening.<\/p>\n
Frank texted at seven.<\/p>\n
WINDOW INSTALLED. INSURANCE NEEDS YOUR SIGNATURE MONDAY. NO RESPONSE NEEDED.<\/p>\n
I stared at the message.<\/p>\n
Then typed:<\/p>\n
I NEED TO ASK YOU SOMETHING.<\/p>\n
His reply came a minute later.<\/p>\n
OKAY.<\/p>\n
No call.<\/p>\n
No assumption.<\/p>\n
I wrote:<\/p>\n
DID YOU TELL DIANE BEFORE YOUR DEATH PLAN?<\/p>\n
Long pause.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
YES.<\/p>\n
I typed:<\/p>\n
HOW MUCH?<\/p>\n
Another pause.<\/p>\n
ENOUGH THAT SHE KNEW YOU WOULD BELIEVE I WAS DEAD.<\/p>\n
I read it twice.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
WHY DIDN\u2019T YOU TELL ME SHE KNEW?<\/p>\n
His answer:<\/p>\n
BECAUSE I WAS AFRAID YOU WOULD HATE HER FOR HELPING ME.<\/p>\n
I almost threw the phone.<\/p>\n
Same disease.<\/p>\n
Protecting people from consequences by hiding facts.<\/p>\n
I wrote:<\/p>\n
THAT WAS NOT YOUR DECISION.<\/p>\n
He replied:<\/p>\n
YOU\u2019RE RIGHT.<\/p>\n
Nothing else.<\/p>\n
No explanation.<\/p>\n
No plea.<\/p>\n
I sat with that too.<\/p>\n
At eight, someone knocked.<\/p>\n
Howard.<\/p>\n
He stood on the porch holding a paper grocery bag.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said no surprise visits,\u201d I reminded him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI called.\u201d<\/p>\n
I checked my phone.<\/p>\n
Missed call.<\/p>\n
Fair.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s in the bag?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMushrooms.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
He smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou still hate them.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed despite myself.<\/p>\n
He had brought them because when I was twelve, we argued over whether mushrooms belonged on pizza.<\/p>\n
He always ordered half.<\/p>\n
I always accused contamination.<\/p>\n
It was one of the last ordinary memories untouched by secrets.<\/p>\n
We cooked dinner.<\/p>\n
No mushrooms on my side.<\/p>\n
Afterward, Howard told me something about Frank.<\/p>\n
I nearly stopped him.<\/p>\n
Then asked him to continue.<\/p>\n
The night Frank met Howard two weeks before the fake funeral, Howard told him one thing.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you lie to Eileen again, you may save her body and lose the marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
Frank answered, \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Howard looked ashamed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI should have called you myself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought because Frank understood the cost, he would choose differently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
We sat quietly.<\/p>\n
Then Howard said, \u201cKnowing the cost doesn\u2019t make the wrong choice less wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut it means he wasn\u2019t confused about what mattered.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like you\u2019re defending him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m saying he chose fear over what mattered.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was exactly it.<\/p>\n
Frank\u2019s betrayal was not lack of love.<\/p>\n
It was fear outranking love.<\/p>\n
Could that change?<\/p>\n
I did not know.<\/p>\n
I went to bed without deciding.<\/p>\n
At 11:16, the doorbell rang.<\/p>\n
I almost ignored it.<\/p>\n
Then I checked the camera.<\/p>\n
Joanna.<\/p>\n
I opened the door.<\/p>\n
She looked exhausted.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire told us something.\u201d<\/p>\n
I braced.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout Gregory?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrank?\u201d<\/p>\n
Joanna shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout the funeral.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas Vale wasn\u2019t supposed to be in Frank\u2019s coffin.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe original body selected for the substitution belonged to someone else.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
Joanna looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cA man who died under the name Howard Harper.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
I gripped the doorframe.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat makes no sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt will.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hated that phrase.<\/p>\n
Joanna continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe body was cremated before investigators could recover it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFourteen years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n
Howard\u2019s funeral.<\/p>\n
His supposed death.<\/p>\n
The body I believed we buried.<\/p>\n
But we had not cremated Howard.<\/p>\n
We had buried him.<\/p>\n
Joanna said records had been changed afterward.<\/p>\n
The body originally associated with Howard\u2019s death had been transferred, cremated, and replaced with another identity.<\/p>\n
Someone had manipulated even that funeral.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire says there were two Howard Harpers.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cOne was your father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe other was the man whose identity your father used after disappearing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another person.<\/p>\n
Another borrowed life.<\/p>\n
Joanna handed me a photograph.<\/p>\n
A stranger.<\/p>\n
Older.<\/p>\n
Thin.<\/p>\n
Scar on his chin.<\/p>\n
And alive in a photograph taken six months ago.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf this man is alive,\u201d I said, \u201cthen who died fourteen years ago?\u201d<\/p>\n
Joanna\u2019s expression told me the answer would matter.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she added, \u201cBut DNA from the burial record matches Frank\u2019s family.\u201d<\/p>\n
Three days passed without anyone coming back from the dead. I noticed. By day three, I almost trusted it. The story moved from houses and graves into courtrooms, interview rooms, … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":19772,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19795","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\/19795","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=19795"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19795\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19830,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19795\/revisions\/19830"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/19772"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=19795"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=19795"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=19795"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}