Rebecca did not open Carol\u2019s letter in Samuel Reed\u2019s office.<\/p>\n
She turned the envelope over twice, read her name in Carol\u2019s handwriting, then slipped it into her purse.<\/p>\n
Sam noticed but said nothing.<\/p>\n
That was probably why Carol had trusted him.<\/p>\n
He knew when silence was a person\u2019s choice rather than avoidance.<\/p>\n
We thanked him, though the word seemed inadequate after he had handed us Carol\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n
At the door, Sam touched my shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cWalter.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe worked hard in those sessions.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward Rebecca and Anna, already walking toward the parking lot.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t excuse what she did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that too.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then he said, \u201cShe was afraid you would confuse understanding with obligation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat obligation?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo forgive.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked back at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told her I wouldn\u2019t?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told her forgiveness demanded by guilt isn\u2019t forgiveness.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sounded right.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t like that.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. She wouldn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe eventually agreed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEventually was Carol\u2019s favorite word.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sam\u2019s expression softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew that by the end.\u201d<\/p>\n
I left.<\/p>\n
Outside, Rebecca stood beside my truck staring at the envelope in her hands.<\/p>\n
Anna kept a respectful distance.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou okay?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca slipped the letter back into her purse.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I\u2019m ready to go home.\u201d<\/p>\n
No one argued.<\/p>\n
The trip to Millfield took a little under two hours.<\/p>\n
Halfway there, Rebecca asked to stop at a roadside overlook.<\/p>\n
There was nothing particularly scenic about it\u2014farmland, low hills, a water tower in the distance\u2014but we pulled in.<\/p>\n
Rebecca got out.<\/p>\n
She carried the envelope.<\/p>\n
Anna started to follow.<\/p>\n
Rebecca turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I have ten minutes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stayed inside the truck.<\/p>\n
Anna stood beside the guardrail farther away.<\/p>\n
Rebecca walked toward a picnic table under a bare-limbed tree.<\/p>\n
She sat.<\/p>\n
Opened the envelope.<\/p>\n
I deliberately looked away.<\/p>\n
The temptation to study her face was powerful.<\/p>\n
I refused.<\/p>\n
This was hers.<\/p>\n
No one would watch her for clues.<\/p>\n
No one would interpret what she did not say.<\/p>\n
After about fifteen minutes, she returned.<\/p>\n
Her eyes were red.<\/p>\n
She climbed into the passenger seat.<\/p>\n
Anna approached.<\/p>\n
Rebecca opened the back door before Anna could ask.<\/p>\n
\u201cGet in.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna did.<\/p>\n
I started the engine.<\/p>\n
We drove five miles before Rebecca spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wrote about my first night home.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said I wouldn\u2019t stop crying.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had opinions.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom said you walked around the apartment for three hours because she was afraid if you stopped, I\u2019d start again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was accurate.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wrote that you sang.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna laughed softly.<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me you never sang to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI lied because dignity matters.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sang \u2018Take Me Home, Country Roads.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
I groaned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother betrayed state secrets.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca smiled for a moment.<\/p>\n
Then looked down at Carol\u2019s letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wrote that she watched you hold me and decided she would tell you the next morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hands tightened slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe decided that many mornings.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat stopped her that time?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said I had a fever.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered.<\/p>\n
Mild.<\/p>\n
Nothing dangerous.<\/p>\n
To two inexperienced adults, catastrophic.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe panicked,\u201d Rebecca said. \u201cThen Grandma Ruth came over.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom told her she was going to tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandma said if you knew, you might take me away.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes for half a second.<\/p>\n
Ruth always found the same fear.<\/p>\n
Losing the child.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom wrote that she knew Grandma was probably manipulating her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like Carol.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe believed her anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat also sounds like Carol.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked through the windshield.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe says that was the first time she understood she could lose both you and me in one conversation.\u201d<\/p>\n
No one spoke.<\/p>\n
That was the emotional mathematics Carol had lived with for decades.<\/p>\n
One truth.<\/p>\n
Two possible losses.<\/p>\n
So she postponed.<\/p>\n
Again and again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d Anna asked softly.<\/p>\n
Rebecca unfolded the letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe apologized.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna looked toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then Rebecca shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Not everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
She read silently.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t list every secret. She said listing them would turn the apology into an argument about details.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sounded like something Sam may have taught her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she say instead?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Rebecca took a breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said, \u2018I made you grow up inside a story I edited to protect my place in it.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
Anna closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
Rebecca continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said she was sorry she made adoption sound simpler than it was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said whenever I asked about my birth mother, Mom answered like Anna was some abstract generous stranger instead of a real woman she knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna stared at the floor.<\/p>\n
Rebecca\u2019s voice shook.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said that was cruel to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna looked out the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Not dramatic.<\/p>\n
Just true.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Carol say about me?\u201d Anna asked.<\/p>\n
Rebecca hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said she was jealous of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna gave a sad smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca turned toward the back seat.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said she stayed jealous after she had everything she thought she wanted.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said sometimes Dad would laugh at something and she would wonder whether you had heard that laugh first.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked straight ahead.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wondered if I did something in the kitchen a certain way because you taught me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna lowered her gaze.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wondered if I ever compared her to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNever?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot once after we married.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t think about Anna?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna listened.<\/p>\n
\u201cMemory is not comparison.\u201d<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI remembered college. I wondered whether she was happy. But Carol was Carol.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t know that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe says that\u2019s part of why the truth got harder. She thought the longer she waited, the more powerful Anna became as some imaginary alternative life.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna looked pained.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was folding laundry and arguing with Michael about utility bills.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cVery seductive.\u201d<\/p>\n
She almost laughed.<\/p>\n
Rebecca continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom said she turned you into a ghost because ghosts are harder to compete with than people.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna whispered, \u201cThat makes sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt shouldn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut it does.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca folded the letter.<\/p>\n
We drove another ten miles.<\/p>\n
Then she said, \u201cThere\u2019s a part for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe says I can show you if I want.\u201d<\/p>\n
Not must.<\/p>\n
Can.<\/p>\n
Choice.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want to?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca considered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She handed me the page when we reached a traffic light.<\/p>\n
One paragraph was marked with a small line in the margin.<\/p>\n
Walter may read this if you decide he should.<\/p>\n
I waited until we reached another rest stop before reading.<\/p>\n
Carol had written:<\/p>\n
Your father loved you before he knew biology had anything to do with it. If learning the truth makes either of you think blood explains that love, then I have failed one more time. Walter was your father when he warmed bottles at two in the morning, when he taught you to ride a bicycle, when he threatened to sue the dentist who made you cry, and when he walked you down the aisle. Biology did not make him more your father. It only revealed one more way the truth had been withheld from both of you.<\/p>\n
I read it twice.<\/p>\n
Rebecca watched.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then the next paragraph.<\/p>\n
Do not let Walter turn what happened into proof he should have searched harder for Anna. He could not find what all of us worked to hide.<\/p>\n
My vision blurred.<\/p>\n
Carol knew me too well.<\/p>\n
I had already done exactly that.<\/p>\n
If I had called one more person.<\/p>\n
Asked one more question.<\/p>\n
Refused the letter.<\/p>\n
Driven back to Millfield.<\/p>\n
I had been building alternate routes in my mind.<\/p>\n
Carol cut through them.<\/p>\n
You were deceived, Walter. Do not make guilt out of someone else\u2019s deception just because guilt feels easier than accepting powerlessness.<\/p>\n
I stared at the page.<\/p>\n
That sounded like Sam.<\/p>\n
Perhaps he helped her find the words.<\/p>\n
They still mattered.<\/p>\n
I gave the letter back.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is the rest?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked toward Anna.<\/p>\n
\u201cMostly for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen keep it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will.\u201d<\/p>\n
We continued home.<\/p>\n
That evening, Rebecca placed Carol\u2019s letter inside the wooden box but not with the legal records.<\/p>\n
She put it beside the blue blanket.<\/p>\n
Different category.<\/p>\n
That struck me.<\/p>\n
Evidence on one side.<\/p>\n
Love on the other.<\/p>\n
Both true.<\/p>\n
After dinner, Daniel called Anna.<\/p>\n
She moved to the living room to speak privately.<\/p>\n
Rebecca watched her go.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you think he\u2019s angry that she stayed this long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
The rule was working.<\/p>\n
Later, Anna returned.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel wants to come.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca froze.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf that is okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis weekend.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca rubbed her palms together.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does he know about me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything I know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlmost.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does almost mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe does not know every detail about Ruth or the altered adoption.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes he know Dad is my biological father?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said that explained why Walter looked ready to faint in the diner.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did not look ready to faint.\u201d<\/p>\n
Both women looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wants to meet you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca took a breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to meet him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is allowed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca stared at the kitchen table.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes he call you Mom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word sat between them.<\/p>\n
Rebecca\u2019s expression became difficult to read.<\/p>\n
Anna noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can still call me Anna.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI mean forever, if you want.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca nodded.<\/p>\n
Then asked, \u201cWould that hurt?\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna did not answer immediately.<\/p>\n
Good.<\/p>\n
She was not pretending.<\/p>\n
\u201cA little.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut that would be mine to handle.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca\u2019s eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna reached toward her, then stopped.<\/p>\n
Rebecca closed the distance herself.<\/p>\n
She put one hand over Anna\u2019s.<\/p>\n
Another small choice.<\/p>\n
Another person not forcing the shape of the relationship.<\/p>\n
The next afternoon, the county archive called.<\/p>\n
Rebecca had submitted a records request using the reference information June gave us.<\/p>\n
A clerk named Patricia said they had located a sealed administrative packet connected to Franklin Dale\u2019s former practice.<\/p>\n
Because the documents involved an adoption, access required identity verification and potentially a court order.<\/p>\n
Rebecca put the call on speaker.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m the adoptee.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat may help,\u201d Patricia said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s actually in the packet?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not authorized to describe contents before release.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you tell us how many pages?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThirty-seven.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
Thirty-seven more pages.<\/p>\n
Rebecca closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia explained the request process.<\/p>\n
Forms.<\/p>\n
Identification.<\/p>\n
A notarized statement.<\/p>\n
Potential judicial approval.<\/p>\n
For once, bureaucracy sounded almost comforting.<\/p>\n
Rules.<\/p>\n
No one could simply decide the truth should disappear because it made them uncomfortable.<\/p>\n
When the call ended, Rebecca said, \u201cI\u2019m filing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou want to?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo do I.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou may not have standing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019d sign a statement?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout surrendering me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna\u2019s voice steadied.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf the record exists, it should belong to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
That evening, we completed the forms.<\/p>\n
Then Rebecca asked Anna to sit with her on the porch.<\/p>\n
I stayed inside.<\/p>\n
No eavesdropping.<\/p>\n
About twenty minutes later, Rebecca called my name.<\/p>\n
I stepped outside.<\/p>\n
Both women had been crying.<\/p>\n
Rebecca patted the chair beside her.<\/p>\n
\u201cSit.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
She looked at Anna first.<\/p>\n
Then me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have a question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf everything had gone differently, do either of you think you\u2019d still be together?\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna looked at me.<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
For once, neither answered too quickly.<\/p>\n
Anna spoke first.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca seemed surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sound sure.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I know who I became.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I know who Walter became.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMeaning?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe would have driven each other insane.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is probably true.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSeriously?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know whether we would have married.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut if you had?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know whether it would have lasted.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe loved each other at twenty.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty-two,\u201d I corrected.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was twenty.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRight.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca said, \u201cAnd that wasn\u2019t enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was real,\u201d Anna said.<\/p>\n
\u201cVery real.\u201d<\/p>\n
I added, \u201cBut real does not mean permanent.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked toward the street.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Mom didn\u2019t steal some perfect life from you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I answered immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe stole the chance to find out.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s different.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor years I imagined what would have happened if that letter reached you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo did I.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I stopped needing the fantasy once I saw Rebecca.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna\u2019s eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Our daughter looked between us.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means the most important alternate history ended up sitting on my porch asking nosy questions.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca rolled her eyes.<\/p>\n
Anna laughed.<\/p>\n
Then Rebecca became serious.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s something else.\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned to Anna.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf I call you Mom someday, I don\u2019t want it to mean Carol stopped being Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna\u2019s eyes filled immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wouldn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if I never do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will still know who you are.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho am I?\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
No hesitation.<\/p>\n
Rebecca cried.<\/p>\n
Then asked, \u201cCan I be both?\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cBoth daughters?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBoth mothers\u2019 daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer came so quickly it nearly broke all three of us.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca leaned into Anna.<\/p>\n
I looked through the porch window toward Carol\u2019s empty chair.<\/p>\n
For decades, Carol had feared there would not be enough room.<\/p>\n
Not enough motherhood.<\/p>\n
Not enough love.<\/p>\n
Not enough family.<\/p>\n
But watching Rebecca rest her head against Anna\u2019s shoulder while wearing Carol\u2019s cardigan, the fear suddenly looked smaller than the truth.<\/p>\n
Nothing had been replaced.<\/p>\n
The family had simply become large enough to contain what secrecy had once forced apart.<\/p>\n
Rebecca did not open Carol\u2019s letter in Samuel Reed\u2019s office. She turned the envelope over twice, read her name in Carol\u2019s handwriting, then slipped it into her purse. Sam noticed … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":21959,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-21985","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\/21985","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=21985"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21985\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22031,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21985\/revisions\/22031"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/21959"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=21985"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=21985"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=21985"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}