We reached Memphis a little after midnight, but neither of us was ready to sleep.<\/p>\n
Russell suggested a motel near the interstate. I drove past it.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s another one two exits down,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI saw it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why didn\u2019t you turn?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I\u2019m thinking.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve been thinking for four hours.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve been lied to for sixty years. Four hours seems reasonable.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked out the passenger window.<\/p>\n
The city slid past in patches of neon, gas stations, closed restaurants, warehouse lots silver beneath streetlights. I had been to Memphis many times in my life, but never with my mother\u2019s flour tin wedged behind the driver\u2019s seat and a brass key pressing against the inside pocket of my handbag like a second pulse.<\/p>\n
Russell said nothing for another mile.<\/p>\n
Then, quietly, \u201cYou\u2019re wondering about the tape.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you I never heard it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t what I\u2019m wondering.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m wondering why you were willing to destroy it without listening.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI already answered that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. You said you were afraid of the past.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not specific enough anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
He rubbed his palms over his knees.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought Mom had recorded herself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI mean a confession.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout Wayne?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout all of us.\u201d<\/p>\n
I glanced at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you think she might say about you?\u201d<\/p>\n
His answer did not come.<\/p>\n
I exited at a twenty-four-hour diner.<\/p>\n
The parking lot was nearly empty. A tired blue sign buzzed above the entrance. Inside, fluorescent lights made everyone look pale. A waitress with gray hair pinned into a loose bun led us to a booth without asking whether we wanted one.<\/p>\n
\u201cCoffee?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Russell shook his head.<\/p>\n
I ordered one for him anyway.<\/p>\n
When she left, I placed the brass key on the table between us.<\/p>\n
\u201cTalk.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at it.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know where to begin.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sentence has done enough damage in our family.\u201d<\/p>\n
His mouth twitched, almost a smile, but there was no humor in it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Wayne realized the settlement would be large, he started talking differently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike the money already belonged to him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I folded my hands around the coffee cup when it arrived.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said you were a minor, Mom was your guardian, and the family had expenses.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy medical expenses?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome. But mostly his.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDebts.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGambling.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell breathed out.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was trying to buy into a trucking company.\u201d<\/p>\n
That caught me off guard.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe truck that hit me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Another company.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe thought freight was where the money was. He had a friend who said they could buy two rigs, then expand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEarl Voss.\u201d<\/p>\n
The name meant nothing to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep going.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell wrapped both hands around his coffee but did not drink.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter the settlement arrived, Wayne moved money fast. Daniel helped hide some. Earl got some. There were cash withdrawals. Checks. Things put in other people\u2019s names.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou helped.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never knew the total.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTry.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at the steam rising from the cup.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt least sixty thousand passed through my hands or accounts I opened.\u201d<\/p>\n
The number landed heavily.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou opened accounts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn your name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne in mine. One under a business name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat business?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHarper Repair Supply.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid such a business exist?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOn paper.\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were nineteen and already setting up shell accounts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know that\u2019s what they were called.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you knew they weren\u2019t real.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The waitress passed our booth. Neither of us moved.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you get?\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMoney.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA few thousand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA few?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe five.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn 1966?\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
Five thousand dollars then was not small money.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do with it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBought a car. Paid some tuition. Lost some gambling.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou gambled with money stolen from me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not defend himself.<\/p>\n
For once, that almost made the answer worse.<\/p>\n
I looked through the diner window at the empty parking lot.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Mama know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe slapped me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered Mama slapping his hand away from the flour tin.<\/p>\n
For the first time, I wondered whether that gesture had carried more than one memory for her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told me I had become like Wayne.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell\u2019s voice thinned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was the worst thing she ever said to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas she wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked directly at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the time? No.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer stopped some of the anger building in my throat.<\/p>\n
Not because it absolved him.<\/p>\n
Because it was true.<\/p>\n
I touched the key.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Mama believe was on the tape?\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell\u2019s fingers tightened around his cup.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said Wayne recorded arguments.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe liked leverage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAgainst whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEveryone.\u201d<\/p>\n
A chill moved over my shoulders.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he record Mama?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of the old cassette machine. Brown plastic case. Silver buttons. Wayne sitting at the dining table speaking into it late at night.<\/p>\n
I had assumed he was recording business notes.<\/p>\n
Maybe he was recording threats.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Mama record?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou must have some idea.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told me the tape in your box was made after Wayne died.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat very still.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did he die?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c1987.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered the funeral.<\/p>\n
Rain against black umbrellas.<\/p>\n
Mama standing beside the casket, expressionless.<\/p>\n
I had cried more than she did.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat could she have recorded after his death?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe herself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat alone wouldn\u2019t make you want to burn it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell looked toward the counter.<\/p>\n
A trucker sat three stools away eating pie.<\/p>\n
Nobody was listening.<\/p>\n
Still, Russell lowered his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s something I didn\u2019t tell you at the bank.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe police report from your accident listed a witness.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel said he saw Wayne push me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat he saw me push you.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a second, I simply stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s why Wayne could threaten you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe had a witness willing to blame you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Daniel lied?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWayne paid him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith my settlement.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell nodded.<\/p>\n
The circle closed so neatly it made me feel sick.<\/p>\n
Wayne caused the accident.<\/p>\n
Daniel created the false witness statement.<\/p>\n
Then the settlement financed the conspiracy designed to hide what had happened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Mama know Daniel lied?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe heard Wayne and Daniel arguing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRecorded?\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was in the next room.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat were they arguing about?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel wanted more money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor lying?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor staying quiet.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pushed the coffee away.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many crimes did one family manage to fit around one injured girl?\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell flinched.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. You know facts. I lived the consequences without knowing why.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at the table.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI spent years believing my carelessness caused the accident. Every time my hip hurt, every time I couldn\u2019t keep up, every job I didn\u2019t take because I couldn\u2019t stand long enough, I thought, You stepped into the road. Be grateful you survived.\u201d<\/p>\n
My voice remained quiet.<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI blamed myself while all of you protected the man who pushed me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell\u2019s eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was not forgiveness.<\/p>\n
He understood.<\/p>\n
I picked up the key and slid it back into my bag.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else are you afraid Mama recorded?\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s all.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLinda\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re still hiding something.\u201d<\/p>\n
His chair creaked as he shifted.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know that it\u2019s on the tape.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI signed something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cA statement.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter your accident.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSaying what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat I had been drinking.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n
\u201cWere you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why sign it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWayne told me it was temporary. Something for the insurance lawyer. He said it would never be used unless I betrayed him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly did it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat I was angry with you. That we argued. That I followed you toward the road.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt my pulse in my neck.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat I might have shoved you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The diner seemed suddenly too bright.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou signed a confession saying you may have pushed me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Wayne had Daniel\u2019s statement. He told me if I didn\u2019t cooperate, both would go to police.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou believed him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had watched him push me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd still you believed nobody would believe you over him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was nineteen. He ran the house. He knew the sheriff. Daniel backed him. Mom was terrified. You were in the hospital and didn\u2019t remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pressed his fingertips to his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe made the lie feel stronger than the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hated that I understood what he meant.<\/p>\n
That did not make it acceptable.<\/p>\n
But I understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you think Mama had that signed statement?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you thought it might be in the storage unit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s why you wanted to burn everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo protect yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked exhausted.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Mom gave me the key, yes. I thought about my name. My children. My grandchildren. What they\u2019d think.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd later?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI started thinking about you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds convenient.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is.\u201d<\/p>\n
His honesty caught me again.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not asking you to believe I became noble. I didn\u2019t. I was ashamed. I wanted the whole thing gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward my bag.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut after Mom died, I realized destroying it would be the last lie.\u201d<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s why I didn\u2019t go yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had six months.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou almost ran out the clock.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou still might have destroyed it if I hadn\u2019t opened the flour tin.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The waitress refilled my coffee.<\/p>\n
When she left, I asked, \u201cWhy was the unit delinquent?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom had been paying it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUntil she got sick?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you pay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought if it went to auction, the problem might disappear without me having to choose.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
He had found a way to destroy evidence without striking the match himself.<\/p>\n
\u201cCowardice by paperwork.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s fair.\u201d<\/p>\n
For another hour, we talked.<\/p>\n
He gave me names.<\/p>\n
Earl Voss.<\/p>\n
Daniel Mercer.<\/p>\n
A banker named Thomas Reed.<\/p>\n
A lawyer named Samuel Pike.<\/p>\n
A deputy sheriff named Cal Morton.<\/p>\n
Men I had seen at our house.<\/p>\n
Men I remembered shaking Wayne\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n
Some had eaten Mama\u2019s cooking.<\/p>\n
Some had spoken to me in the hospital.<\/p>\n
One had brought me flowers.<\/p>\n
By three in the morning, the story of my childhood had begun to look less like a family secret and more like a small system built around silence.<\/p>\n
We finally checked into a motel.<\/p>\n
Russell took the room next to mine.<\/p>\n
I kept the brass key.<\/p>\n
I kept his phone too.<\/p>\n
At 6:15, I woke without the alarm.<\/p>\n
My hip hurt sharply from the drive. I stood under hot water until the joint loosened enough to dress.<\/p>\n
Then I listened to the voicemail left overnight by the attorney from Mercer & Hall.<\/p>\n
\u201cLinda, this is Susan Hall. Call me before you enter the storage unit. There is one document in your mother\u2019s file that changes what you should expect to find.\u201d<\/p>\n
I called immediately.<\/p>\n
Susan answered on the second ring.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you alone?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Russell is here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan he hear you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe can if I put the phone on speaker.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
I moved farther from the connecting door.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat document?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAn inventory your mother wrote three months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInventory of the unit?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s on it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLedgers. Correspondence. Cassettes. A metal cash box. Several photographs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd my wooden box.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat changes what I should expect?\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cOne line at the bottom.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wrote, \u2018If the red folder is missing, Russell has already been inside.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin went cold.<\/p>\n
I turned toward the connecting door.<\/p>\n
\u201cRussell told me he\u2019d never entered the unit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen verify that before you trust him inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gripped the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is the red folder?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother called it proof of the second settlement.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing for a moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe second what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSettlement.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was another settlement?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor my accident?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan\u2019s answer was quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cAccording to your mother\u2019s note, more than the first.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the wall separating me from my brother.<\/p>\n
The room seemed to narrow.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was it for?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother didn\u2019t write that down.\u201d<\/p>\n
A knock sounded on the connecting door.<\/p>\n
\u201cLinda?\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
Susan continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cOne more thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe inventory says the red folder also contains a photograph of the person who actually received the money.\u201d<\/p>\n
The knock came again.<\/p>\n
\u201cLinda?\u201d<\/p>\n
I slipped the phone into my pocket, opened the door, and looked at Russell.<\/p>\n
He was dressed.<\/p>\n
Ready.<\/p>\n
His eyes moved to my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
I studied the man who had lied to me for sixty years.<\/p>\n
Then I asked the question Susan Hall\u2019s call had made unavoidable.<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you already been inside that storage unit?\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
And before he answered, I knew the answer was yes.<\/p>\n
We reached Memphis a little after midnight, but neither of us was ready to sleep. Russell suggested a motel near the interstate. I drove past it. \u201cThere\u2019s another one two … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":22953,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-22958","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\/22958","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=22958"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22958\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23004,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22958\/revisions\/23004"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/22953"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=22958"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=22958"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=22958"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}