Ruth looked older beneath the kitchen lights than she had when I arrived.<\/p>\n
Not simply tired.<\/p>\n
Burdened.<\/p>\n
She glanced at my mother, then at Marianne, and finally at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel called it your escape fund.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t use that phrase in the legal paperwork. That was just what he called it with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s letter trembled in my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cEscape from what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom needing anyone\u2019s permission to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom made an exhausted sound.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, for heaven\u2019s sake.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth turned on her so quickly that even Marianne seemed surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Sylvia. You do not get to mock him now.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s mouth closed.<\/p>\n
Ruth faced me again.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father worried about you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause everyone relied on you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t answer the question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe thought you would keep giving until there was nothing left that belonged only to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence went through me with uncomfortable precision.<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
For years I had believed Dad simply trusted me more because I was capable.<\/p>\n
I had never considered that he recognized the danger in it.<\/p>\n
Ruth pulled out a chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout two years before he died, Daniel started setting aside money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know the final amount.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first, a savings account. Later, he moved it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marianne leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cMoved it where?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth seemed genuinely surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me you helped.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI helped with a trust instrument and estate documents. Not a secret personal account.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently Daniel was busy running an entire second life.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was trying to make sure his daughter could stand on her own,\u201d Ruth said.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe already could.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was the point.\u201d<\/p>\n
I held up the letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad says only you knew where it was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the time he wrote that, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat changed?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth\u2019s hands folded tightly together.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter he died, I discovered he had added another authorized person.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
She closed her eyes briefly.<\/p>\n
\u201cSylvia.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went silent.<\/p>\n
I looked at Mom.<\/p>\n
She stared at the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would Dad hide money for me and then give Mom access?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t give her ownership,\u201d Ruth said quickly. \u201cAt least I don\u2019t believe he intended to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what did he do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was very sick by then. There were bills. Hospital stays. He added Sylvia as someone who could manage practical matters if he became incapacitated.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marianne muttered something under her breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked frustrated.<\/p>\n
\u201cPower to manage is not power to redirect.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom crossed her arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are all acting as though Daniel was some helpless child and I spent his final months robbing him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one said that,\u201d I replied.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Greer and Medina had remained at the far end of the kitchen, allowing the family discussion to unfold while taking occasional notes.<\/p>\n
Greer spoke now.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Bennett, do you know which account they\u2019re discussing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, you do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s eyes hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have no idea what I know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was at the bank.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everything stopped.<\/p>\n
Ruth\u2019s hands shook again, but her voice did not.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel asked me to drive him because he didn\u2019t want you to know where he was going.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re lying.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe could barely walk.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s why I drove.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou took my dying husband somewhere without telling me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of person does that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe kind who keeps a promise to someone who is scared.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s face flushed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was not scared of me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth\u2019s eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t say he was.\u201d<\/p>\n
The distinction mattered.<\/p>\n
Dad had not been afraid Mom would hurt him.<\/p>\n
He had been afraid she would decide what everyone else needed more.<\/p>\n
That was familiar.<\/p>\n
Ruth described the account carefully. Dad had accumulated proceeds from the sale of equipment, a small inherited investment, and money he had saved over several years. It was not a fortune. But it was significant\u2014enough for a down payment on a house, graduate school, a business, or several years of security.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy me?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Ruth gave a sad smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he had already helped Addison.\u201d<\/p>\n
My sister looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWith what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour first apartment. Your tuition gap. Some credit card debt.\u201d<\/p>\n
Addison frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom said they helped both of us equally.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth did not answer.<\/p>\n
She did not need to.<\/p>\n
My sister\u2019s shoulders dropped.<\/p>\n
I had paid my own rent through college with scholarships, part-time work, and loans.<\/p>\n
I had not resented Addison then.<\/p>\n
I still did not resent her for accepting help she was offered.<\/p>\n
But the mythology of equal treatment was collapsing piece by piece.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much did Dad put aside for me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth named a figure.<\/p>\n
The sound that came out of Addison was barely audible.<\/p>\n
I felt nothing at first.<\/p>\n
No anger.<\/p>\n
No excitement.<\/p>\n
Only disbelief.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat money existed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd after he died?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI assumed Marianne would contact you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marianne shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never knew about it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth looked toward Mom.<\/p>\n
\u201cSylvia told me it had been transferred to Ren.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone followed her gaze.<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s face was rigid.<\/p>\n
I asked, \u201cWas it?\u201d<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou received money over the years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHelp.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat help?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never went without.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI paid for things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cName one.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes flashed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is grotesque.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cName one thing you paid for with Dad\u2019s account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think I kept receipts for every motherly act?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad left a specific account for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were his daughter, not a creditor.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you were the person with access, not the beneficiary.\u201d<\/p>\n
Greer shifted slightly at that.<\/p>\n
Mom saw.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re twisting everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marianne asked Ruth whether she remembered the financial institution.<\/p>\n
Ruth gave the name of a regional bank that had since merged twice.<\/p>\n
Medina wrote it down.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can trace successor records.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s face changed again.<\/p>\n
Not much.<\/p>\n
Enough.<\/p>\n
I saw it.<\/p>\n
So did Addison.<\/p>\n
She stepped closer to Mom.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you take Ren\u2019s money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen where did it go?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had access.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo did Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom slapped one palm against the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sharp sound made everyone flinch.<\/p>\n
Her voice cracked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou all get to remember Daniel as some wise, generous saint because you weren\u2019t married to him. I was there when he couldn\u2019t sleep. I was there when he was sick. I was there when bills came in and he was making plans like money would solve every problem after he was gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
No one interrupted.<\/p>\n
For the first time that evening, my mother sounded less like a defendant and more like a widow.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t trust me,\u201d she continued. \u201cDo you know what that does to a marriage? He hid accounts. He called attorneys. He gave instructions to Ruth. He wrote letters to Ren. Everyone got a piece of him except me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth\u2019s expression softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSylvia.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom wiped beneath one eye angrily.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was dying, and instead of talking to me, he was arranging everything around me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt the pull of old instinct.<\/p>\n
Comfort her.<\/p>\n
Explain.<\/p>\n
Soften.<\/p>\n
I resisted it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou being hurt doesn\u2019t make the money yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face closed immediately.<\/p>\n
There she was again.<\/p>\n
Marianne nodded faintly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is the legal distinction.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom glared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t talking to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Addison spoke quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWere you lonely after Dad died?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom looked at her, surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd angry?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you think he loved Ren more?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s eyes moved toward me.<\/p>\n
For one suspended second, I thought she might answer honestly.<\/p>\n
Instead she said, \u201cYour father felt guilty because Ren was always leaving.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
Addison did not.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t what I asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother said nothing.<\/p>\n
Addison nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think you did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Denny reached for her hand.<\/p>\n
She let him take it.<\/p>\n
Greer checked his watch and closed his notebook.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe should conclude our immediate questions.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom turned toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cFinally.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is not concluded.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her relief vanished.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll request records from the successor bank and from the trust filings. We may contact each of you separately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAm I being charged with something?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo charges have been discussed tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen stop behaving like I\u2019m under arrest.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are not under arrest.\u201d<\/p>\n
His tone was almost painfully calm.<\/p>\n
Medina gathered copies.<\/p>\n
Before leaving, she looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease preserve your financial records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand tightened around Dad\u2019s pages.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marianne added, \u201cI\u2019ll arrange for a certified copy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth escorted Greer and Medina to the door.<\/p>\n
When it closed, the house felt more dangerous without them.<\/p>\n
Not because anyone would hurt me.<\/p>\n
Because there were no longer strangers present to force us into restraint.<\/p>\n
Mom looked at the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cEveryone has had their entertainment.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one is entertained,\u201d Denny said.<\/p>\n
It was the first time he had challenged her.<\/p>\n
She stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t speaking to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve been speaking around everyone all night.\u201d<\/p>\n
Addison squeezed his hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cDenny.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at Mom.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told us this was a reconciliation dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was supposed to be.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou invited neighbors to watch Ren get confronted.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were happy enough to come.\u201d<\/p>\n
Denny looked ashamed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
That one word impressed me more than any excuse could have.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I was,\u201d he repeated. \u201cI thought Ren had walked out and left everyone. I thought this was going to be uncomfortable but deserved. I was wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
He met my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Simple.<\/p>\n
No qualification.<\/p>\n
It did not fix anything.<\/p>\n
But I believed him.<\/p>\n
Addison looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cI owe you more than that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRen\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
My voice was not angry.<\/p>\n
I simply had nothing left to process.<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
Mom gave a derisive laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cWonderful. Ren comes back for two hours and suddenly everyone is apologizing.\u201d<\/p>\n
I picked up my coat.<\/p>\n
Ruth looked alarmed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re leaving?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut the letter\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere will you go?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHotel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom folded her arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou always run.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sentence almost worked.<\/p>\n
Almost.<\/p>\n
I put on my coat.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I leave when staying becomes pointless.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her mouth tightened.<\/p>\n
I gathered the financial envelope and Dad\u2019s letter.<\/p>\n
Marianne closed her case.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll walk out with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Addison stepped in front of me.<\/p>\n
Not blocking.<\/p>\n
Just close enough that I had to look at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI believe you didn\u2019t know some of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She flinched at the qualification.<\/p>\n
It was necessary.<\/p>\n
\u201cI said things to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I believed her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tears gathered in her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t make it okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
The old Addison would have asked me to tell her it was okay anyway.<\/p>\n
This Addison stepped aside.<\/p>\n
I reached the front hall.<\/p>\n
Then Mom said, \u201cRen.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
She stood beneath the humiliating welcome banner, suddenly smaller than I remembered.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf your father left money for you, I didn\u2019t steal it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I watched her carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sentence has a condition in it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou still can\u2019t say he did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t remember every account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou remembered enough to tell Ruth it had been transferred to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face changed.<\/p>\n
Ruth looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never told Ren that.\u201d<\/p>\n
No one moved.<\/p>\n
I had not realized it either.<\/p>\n
Ruth had told the story in front of all of us, yes\u2014but Mom had reacted before Ruth finished describing the account.<\/p>\n
Marianne\u2019s eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cRen is right.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom looked trapped.<\/p>\n
Ruth whispered, \u201cSylvia, how did you know which account we meant?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s lips parted.<\/p>\n
No answer came.<\/p>\n
Then Addison spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
A long pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to the money?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom looked at her favorite daughter.<\/p>\n
Whatever answer she had prepared for me disappeared.<\/p>\n
Perhaps because Addison was the one person she had not expected to ask.<\/p>\n
Her shoulders dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt paid for this house.\u201d<\/p>\n
I heard my own heartbeat.<\/p>\n
Marianne leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom looked around the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Daniel died, the mortgage wasn\u2019t nearly as manageable as everyone thinks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe house was in trust,\u201d Marianne said.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe trust didn\u2019t stop bills.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much did you take?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI kept this family\u2019s home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
She whispered a number.<\/p>\n
It was almost the entire account.<\/p>\n
Addison made a choking sound.<\/p>\n
I could not speak.<\/p>\n
Mom stepped toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cRen, listen. You were twenty-six. You were working. You were building a life. I was a widow.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you took it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI used it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA house I supposedly owned part of.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stopped.<\/p>\n
The cruelty of the logic finally became visible even to her.<\/p>\n
She had taken money Dad left specifically for me to preserve property in which I also held an interest.<\/p>\n
Then she had allegedly removed that interest.<\/p>\n
I laughed once.<\/p>\n
It sounded terrible.<\/p>\n
Mom whispered, \u201cYou would have agreed.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is the sentence you\u2019ve been using for eleven years, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou would have agreed.\u201d<\/p>\n
She said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou decided what I would have chosen. Then you treated your decision as my consent.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ruth began crying again.<\/p>\n
I opened the front door.<\/p>\n
Cold air swept in.<\/p>\n
Behind me Addison asked, \u201cDid you use any of Ren\u2019s money for me?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
Mom did not answer.<\/p>\n
Addison\u2019s voice shook.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy car?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe apartment?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned back.<\/p>\n
My mother finally whispered, \u201cSome.\u201d<\/p>\n
Addison stepped away from her as though struck.<\/p>\n
I looked at my sister.<\/p>\n
Her face carried the realization I had lived with for years.<\/p>\n
Every gift had a hidden invoice.<\/p>\n
Every rescue had come from somewhere.<\/p>\n
And sometimes that somewhere had been me.<\/p>\n
I stepped onto the porch.<\/p>\n
Before Marianne followed, Ruth called my name.<\/p>\n
I looked back.<\/p>\n
She was holding an old bank deposit slip.<\/p>\n
\u201cI found this with Daniel\u2019s papers last month.\u201d<\/p>\n
She crossed the room and handed it to me.<\/p>\n
At the bottom was an account number.<\/p>\n
Beside it, in my father\u2019s handwriting, were four words.<\/p>\n
For Ren. Do not combine.<\/p>\n
I slipped it into Dad\u2019s letter.<\/p>\n
Then I walked toward my car knowing Christmas Eve had not merely exposed one forged signature.<\/p>\n
It had exposed an entire family economy built on my consent without ever asking for it.<\/p>\n
Ruth looked older beneath the kitchen lights than she had when I arrived. Not simply tired. Burdened. She glanced at my mother, then at Marianne, and finally at me. \u201cDaniel … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":22805,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-22811","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\/22811","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=22811"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22811\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22846,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22811\/revisions\/22846"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/22805"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=22811"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=22811"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=22811"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}