Daniel finally opened the envelope at his kitchen table.<\/p>\n
I sat opposite him.<\/p>\n
Russell stood by the window.<\/p>\n
Nathan remained near the doorway with his legal pad open.<\/p>\n
The house smelled faintly of coffee and furniture polish.<\/p>\n
Ordinary smells.<\/p>\n
I resented them.<\/p>\n
Daniel unfolded Mama\u2019s letter with both hands.<\/p>\n
He read silently at first.<\/p>\n
His lips moved once.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
I watched his eyes travel down the page.<\/p>\n
When he reached the middle, he took off his glasses.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does she say?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly what she told me she would.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRead it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then began.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel, I have spent most of my life making fear sound reasonable.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice broke slightly.<\/p>\n
He continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI asked you to help me protect Michael. Then I asked you to help me protect Russell. Somewhere in that chain, Linda became the child we expected to absorb whatever harm remained.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went still.<\/p>\n
That sentence hurt because it was accurate.<\/p>\n
Not melodramatic.<\/p>\n
Not cruel.<\/p>\n
Accurate.<\/p>\n
Daniel kept reading.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe paid the bill for every secret we were afraid to expose.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell looked down.<\/p>\n
I did not.<\/p>\n
I wanted every word.<\/p>\n
Mama wrote that she had once believed protecting a family meant preserving its shape.<\/p>\n
Marriage.<\/p>\n
Names.<\/p>\n
Appearances.<\/p>\n
Children who did not know why adults whispered when certain people entered a room.<\/p>\n
By the end of her life, she understood she had protected the shape while allowing the people inside it to fracture.<\/p>\n
Then came Calvin.<\/p>\n
\u201cCalvin kept a cassette Wayne made accidentally,\u201d Daniel read.<\/p>\n
Nathan interrupted.<\/p>\n
\u201cAccidentally?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel scanned the next line.<\/p>\n
\u201cWayne used a portable recorder to dictate notes while driving. The night Linda was hit, he forgot it was running.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin prickled.<\/p>\n
I pictured Wayne\u2019s truck.<\/p>\n
The dashboard.<\/p>\n
A recorder.<\/p>\n
He used to talk into one.<\/p>\n
I had forgotten.<\/p>\n
He would dictate grocery lists, job-site notes, things to remember.<\/p>\n
He liked hearing himself organize the world.<\/p>\n
Daniel continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter the accident, Calvin found the recorder in Wayne\u2019s truck when he helped move it from the hospital parking lot.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy was Calvin moving Wayne\u2019s truck?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel read.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Wayne rode in the ambulance with Evelyn.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered none of that.<\/p>\n
Mama must have reached the hospital separately.<\/p>\n
Or perhaps Wayne called her.<\/p>\n
The letter explained.<\/p>\n
Calvin moved the truck as a favor.<\/p>\n
When he heard the recorder still running, he removed the cassette.<\/p>\n
Later, he listened.<\/p>\n
On it, Wayne had dictated something before finding me.<\/p>\n
Then, after the accident, there were several minutes of chaos.<\/p>\n
And finally Wayne\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n
Talking to Russell.<\/p>\n
My brother stiffened.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at him.<\/p>\n
Russell\u2019s face had drained.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel kept reading.<\/p>\n
\u201cCalvin told me the tape contained Wayne ordering Russell to say Linda slipped.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell gripped the windowsill.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew he told you that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t remember a recorder.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t remember the conversation?\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes closed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember Wayne talking.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSame thing. She slipped. You saw her slip. Keep saying it.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
Daniel read on.<\/p>\n
Mama said Calvin refused to surrender the cassette because he believed police were too closely tied to Tom Weaver.<\/p>\n
Instead, he gave it to Evelyn Mercer.<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s mother.<\/p>\n
Daniel stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother had it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Apparently yes.<\/p>\n
According to Mama, Evelyn Mercer hid the tape somewhere connected to Michael\u2019s adoption records.<\/p>\n
Not at home.<\/p>\n
Not in Daniel\u2019s office.<\/p>\n
Somewhere neither Wayne nor Tom knew existed.<\/p>\n
Daniel leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid your mother keep adoption records somewhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA lawyer handled it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father was a lawyer?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAccountant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen how?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe kept copies of everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel rubbed his forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was a safe-deposit box.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan straightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt which bank?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFirst County.\u201d<\/p>\n
The same bank Patricia worked at.<\/p>\n
I felt a sharp pulse of recognition.<\/p>\n
Mama had told me to take the flour tin to Patricia.<\/p>\n
Patricia had shown me the first record.<\/p>\n
The path had started at that bank for a reason.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat number?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell whispered, \u201cTwo fourteen.\u201d<\/p>\n
We all turned.<\/p>\n
He stared at the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo fourteen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve seen it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRussell.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember a key.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan said, \u201cThe storage unit was 214.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell rubbed both hands over his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cMama gave me a key years before she gave me the storage key.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSmall. Bank key.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never mentioned it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI forgot.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
He snapped.<\/p>\n
\u201cI forgot because she took it back the same day.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe asked me to meet her at First County.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter Wayne died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Seven years earlier.<\/p>\n
Russell continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cMama had a box. She wanted me to open it with her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she got scared.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat scared her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe saw someone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nearly shouted.<\/p>\n
\u201cThink.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cAn older man. Gray hair. Walking stick.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel went rigid.<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father.<\/p>\n
The room froze.<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert Carter?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe used a walking stick after 2014.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was alive then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had believed Robert died in Arkansas years before.<\/p>\n
Mama told me he died.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c2019.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin went cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s only seven years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMama told me he died in 2008.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
I sat back.<\/p>\n
Another lie.<\/p>\n
Another entire decade stolen.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would Robert be at First County?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at Mama\u2019s letter again.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan said, \u201cWe need Patricia.\u201d<\/p>\n
He called.<\/p>\n
She answered immediately.<\/p>\n
When Nathan explained, she became quiet.<\/p>\n
Then she said, \u201cI wondered when you would reach that part.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverybody knew there were parts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother gave me instructions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she tell you about a safe-deposit box?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat number?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c214.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell whispered a curse.<\/p>\n
Patricia continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe box belonged originally to Harold and Evelyn Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy parents.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter Harold died, Evelyn retained it. After her death, it remained dormant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho had access?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel was listed.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked genuinely startled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe added you late in life.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did nobody contact me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause the bank did. Several times.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cI received nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAddresses on file were old.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan asked, \u201cWho else had access?\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cDorothy Evelyn Harper.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mama.<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvelyn Mercer added her in 1983.\u201d<\/p>\n
A year before she died.<\/p>\n
I stared at Daniel.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother trusted Mama.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia said, \u201cThere is another name.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gripped the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert Carter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell looked at me.<\/p>\n
My father.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would he be on the box?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs he still listed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. He was removed in 1984.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Evelyn Mercer died?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia\u2019s voice remained calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe paperwork bears your signature.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never removed Robert.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan said, \u201cForgery?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel did not answer.<\/p>\n
He looked sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan we access the box?\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia explained that ownership was complicated because the original holders were deceased and the box had been placed under special administrative status years ago.<\/p>\n
Mama had anticipated this.<\/p>\n
She left documents authorizing Patricia to release certain contents to me if I arrived with the flour tin and the correct key.<\/p>\n
I looked at Russell.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said Mama took the key back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe flour tin.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe bottom.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered.<\/p>\n
The tin had felt heavy even after removing the money.<\/p>\n
But not unusually.<\/p>\n
Maybe metal base.<\/p>\n
Maybe not.<\/p>\n
\u201cI left it at Nathan\u2019s office.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan grabbed his keys.<\/p>\n
We returned after dark.<\/p>\n
The tin sat inside his locked filing cabinet.<\/p>\n
I placed it on the conference table.<\/p>\n
Russell turned it over.<\/p>\n
The bottom looked ordinary.<\/p>\n
Then he pressed near one chipped section.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
I ran my fingers along the rim.<\/p>\n
A slight gap.<\/p>\n
Nathan found a small screwdriver.<\/p>\n
The base plate lifted.<\/p>\n
Beneath it, taped flat, was a bank key.<\/p>\n
Stamped:<\/p>\n
214.<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
Mama had built redundancy into everything.<\/p>\n
The money got me to Patricia.<\/p>\n
Patricia got me to the records.<\/p>\n
The records got us to the storage unit.<\/p>\n
The storage unit got us to Hillcrest.<\/p>\n
Hillcrest led to Michael.<\/p>\n
Michael led to Daniel.<\/p>\n
Daniel led back to the bank.<\/p>\n
For the first time, I understood that Mama had not simply hidden evidence.<\/p>\n
She had designed a path.<\/p>\n
One she believed I could follow only after her death.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not just put everything in one box?\u201d Russell asked.<\/p>\n
Nathan answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Wayne spent his life finding and destroying leverage.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cMama learned from him.\u201d<\/p>\n
The thought disturbed me.<\/p>\n
But it was true.<\/p>\n
We met Patricia at First County the next morning.<\/p>\n
Daniel came.<\/p>\n
He insisted.<\/p>\n
Michael joined by phone.<\/p>\n
Nathan brought a portable cassette player.<\/p>\n
Russell carried the flour tin.<\/p>\n
I carried nothing.<\/p>\n
For once, I wanted my hands free.<\/p>\n
Patricia led us downstairs.<\/p>\n
The safe-deposit area looked older than the remodeled lobby.<\/p>\n
Brass doors.<\/p>\n
Narrow corridor.<\/p>\n
Fluorescent lights.<\/p>\n
Box 214 sat at waist height.<\/p>\n
Patricia used the bank key.<\/p>\n
I used Mama\u2019s.<\/p>\n
The lock turned.<\/p>\n
The box slid out.<\/p>\n
My heart pounded.<\/p>\n
Inside were adoption records.<\/p>\n
Letters.<\/p>\n
A small jewelry case.<\/p>\n
And one cassette tape sealed in a plastic bag.<\/p>\n
On the label, in Calvin\u2019s handwriting:<\/p>\n
JUNE 16, 1979 \u2014 WAYNE TRUCK.<\/p>\n
Russell sat down.<\/p>\n
Daniel gripped the counter.<\/p>\n
Patricia closed the private viewing-room door.<\/p>\n
Nathan placed the cassette into the player.<\/p>\n
\u201cOnce we hear this,\u201d he said, \u201cnobody interprets anything until the whole tape is finished.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
He pressed play.<\/p>\n
First came Wayne\u2019s voice dictating mundane notes.<\/p>\n
Pick up roofing nails.<\/p>\n
Call Tom about Weaver truck.<\/p>\n
Ask Evelyn about Linda\u2019s mouth.<\/p>\n
My skin crawled.<\/p>\n
Then road noise.<\/p>\n
A click.<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Later, another recording began.<\/p>\n
Wayne\u2019s voice again.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe found the envelope.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse jumped.<\/p>\n
He was alone.<\/p>\n
Dictating.<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert sent another check. Girl thinks it belongs to her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell looked at me.<\/p>\n
Wayne continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf she tells Evelyn about Tom, then everything starts again.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sounded irritated.<\/p>\n
Not frightened.<\/p>\n
Not yet.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe keeps asking about that photograph.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cI should\u2019ve burned it.\u201d<\/p>\n
The recorder captured the truck door opening.<\/p>\n
Voices outside.<\/p>\n
Mine.<\/p>\n
Young.<\/p>\n
Angry.<\/p>\n
Too faint to understand completely.<\/p>\n
Then Wayne shouting.<\/p>\n
Then my voice, suddenly clear.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m telling Russell.\u201d<\/p>\n
My brother covered his mouth.<\/p>\n
Footsteps.<\/p>\n
A door slam.<\/p>\n
Rain.<\/p>\n
My younger voice again.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t get to decide what everybody knows.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then Wayne.<\/p>\n
\u201cGet back in the truck.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLinda.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t touch me.\u201d<\/p>\n
A scrape.<\/p>\n
My shout.<\/p>\n
Then tires.<\/p>\n
A horn.<\/p>\n
Impact.<\/p>\n
The sound was not dramatic.<\/p>\n
That made it unbearable.<\/p>\n
Metal.<\/p>\n
Glass.<\/p>\n
A human cry.<\/p>\n
Then chaos.<\/p>\n
Wayne shouting my name.<\/p>\n
Russell yelling.<\/p>\n
Someone running.<\/p>\n
The recorder continued.<\/p>\n
Minutes passed.<\/p>\n
Sirens.<\/p>\n
Then Wayne\u2019s voice much closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cListen to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell\u2019s younger voice answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was standing there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe slipped.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou pushed her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe slipped.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI saw you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Wayne\u2019s voice changed.<\/p>\n
Low.<\/p>\n
Controlled.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you say I pushed her, Cheryl\u2019s father gets everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou understand?\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell began to cry on the recording.<\/p>\n
Wayne kept going.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou say she slipped.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
Then Russell whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe slipped.\u201d<\/p>\n
Wayne answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cAgain.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe slipped.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAgain.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe slipped.\u201d<\/p>\n
The tape continued another thirty seconds.<\/p>\n
Then ended.<\/p>\n
Nobody moved.<\/p>\n
Russell was crying now.<\/p>\n
Not quietly.<\/p>\n
Not defensively.<\/p>\n
He bent forward, hands covering his face.<\/p>\n
I stared at the cassette player.<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
The moment everything changed.<\/p>\n
Not reconstructed.<\/p>\n
Not remembered imperfectly.<\/p>\n
Not filtered through Mama, Michael, Daniel, or Russell.<\/p>\n
Wayne\u2019s own voice.<\/p>\n
My brother\u2019s fear.<\/p>\n
My own seventeen-year-old voice telling Wayne the one thing he could not tolerate.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m telling Russell.<\/p>\n
Patricia finally whispered, \u201cThere\u2019s another side.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned the cassette over.<\/p>\n
A label was written on Side B.<\/p>\n
Not Calvin\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
Mama\u2019s.<\/p>\n
ROBERT \u2014 1984.<\/p>\n
Daniel finally opened the envelope at his kitchen table. I sat opposite him. Russell stood by the window. Nathan remained near the doorway with his legal pad open. The house … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":21883,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-21893","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\/21893","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=21893"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21893\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21928,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21893\/revisions\/21928"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/21883"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=21893"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=21893"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=21893"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}