I stayed inside my car.<\/p>\n
Across the road, Alyssa had frozen halfway into the motel room.<\/p>\n
Thomas stood behind Vivian with one hand against the doorframe.<\/p>\n
Even at a distance I could see the resemblance once I knew to look.<\/p>\n
Not enough to identify paternity from a photograph.<\/p>\n
Enough to make coincidence feel cruel.<\/p>\n
Alyssa had his height.<\/p>\n
His narrow jaw.<\/p>\n
The same habit of tilting her head slightly when uncertain.<\/p>\n
Vivian stepped aside.<\/p>\n
Alyssa entered.<\/p>\n
The door closed.<\/p>\n
I checked the time.<\/p>\n
5:46.<\/p>\n
I told myself I was giving her privacy.<\/p>\n
That was partly true.<\/p>\n
The other part was that I did not trust Vivian.<\/p>\n
Twenty minutes passed.<\/p>\n
Then thirty.<\/p>\n
At 6:21, my phone rang.<\/p>\n
Alyssa.<\/p>\n
I answered immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice sounded strange.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need to come up.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJust come.\u201d<\/p>\n
The door to room 214 was open when I reached the second floor.<\/p>\n
Alyssa sat near the window.<\/p>\n
Vivian stood by the dresser.<\/p>\n
Thomas was beside the small table with both hands resting on the back of a chair.<\/p>\n
Up close, he looked tired rather than threatening.<\/p>\n
He turned when I entered.<\/p>\n
His eyes fixed on my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cCandace.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hearing my name from him unsettled me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know who I am.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian\u2019s mouth tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told Alyssa to come alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alyssa spoke without looking at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI called her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian stared at her daughter.<\/p>\n
Thomas pulled out a chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cSit down.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat seems to run in this family.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost smiled.<\/p>\n
Vivian did not.<\/p>\n
Thomas looked older than Dad had, though perhaps grief and shock were distorting my sense of age.<\/p>\n
His hair was mostly silver. Deep lines bracketed his mouth. He wore no wedding ring.<\/p>\n
I remained standing.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long have you been here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn town?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSince William died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alyssa looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou came for the funeral?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI came to attend from a distance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he was my friend, eventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian laughed sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cFriend?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou spent years trying to destroy him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told him about us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThirty years after it mattered.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt mattered then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt mattered every day you continued lying.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian crossed her arms.<\/p>\n
Alyssa flinched.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop talking around me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Both adults looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sitting right here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n
He took the chair opposite her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alyssa stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you my biological father?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
No hesitation.<\/p>\n
No legal phrasing.<\/p>\n
No careful avoidance.<\/p>\n
Just yes.<\/p>\n
Alyssa\u2019s face twisted.<\/p>\n
I looked away for a moment.<\/p>\n
She had asked Vivian the same question repeatedly and received fragments.<\/p>\n
Thomas answered in one syllable.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow sure are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI took a private test with William twelve years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
My head turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Dad knew that long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alyssa whispered, \u201cTwelve years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWilliam suspected after I contacted him. He wanted certainty before confronting anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Mom know about the test?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas looked toward Vivian.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe found out later.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian said nothing.<\/p>\n
Alyssa stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me Dad only learned a few years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said he learned years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let me think that meant near the end.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian\u2019s shoulders stiffened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was trying to keep you calm.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alyssa laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour method for keeping people calm seems to be lying until they stop asking.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas looked toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou found the letters.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one to Vivian?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd yours?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wondered whether William would ever give it to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I folded my arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew he hadn\u2019t contacted me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor a while.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas hesitated.<\/p>\n
That was enough to anger me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYears.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you wrote that he was a coward, then watched him continue being one?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian murmured, \u201cCandace\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
I ignored her.<\/p>\n
Thomas nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s fair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t need fair. I need an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me he tried.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe mailed letters to addresses I never lived at.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian turned away.<\/p>\n
I watched him understand.<\/p>\n
His eyes shifted to her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou intercepted them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI did what I thought was necessary.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cNecessary?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not lecture me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou redirected his letters?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI prevented more damage.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed once.<\/p>\n
All three looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry. That phrase.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian glared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think this is amusing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I think it\u2019s incredible that every time you hurt someone, you rename it protection.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her expression changed.<\/p>\n
Alyssa looked at Thomas.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Dad know she did that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeveral years after the first letters.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas sat again.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe confronted her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
I stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told William that you had made it clear you wanted no relationship with him and that she had only spared him humiliation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not true.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Dad know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alyssa whispered, \u201cHe believed her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My anger became heavy rather than sharp.<\/p>\n
That was Dad.<\/p>\n
Not innocent.<\/p>\n
Not villainous.<\/p>\n
A man who kept choosing the explanation that required the least painful action until the consequences became impossible to ignore.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat changed?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Thomas rubbed his jaw.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe went to Chicago.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout seven years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian looked sharply at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said you wouldn\u2019t tell her that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWilliam is dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t erase promises.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. But some promises become extensions of lies.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe came to Chicago?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour office.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe came to my office?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe sat across the street for nearly two hours.\u201d<\/p>\n
I could barely speak.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t he come inside?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas looked genuinely sad.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe saw you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went silent.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe watched you come out with coworkers. You were laughing. He said you looked happy.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes burned.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd that stopped him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told himself yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. That\u2019s not an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI agree.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe traveled five hundred miles and then sat in a car?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he was ashamed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was his problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy does everyone keep offering his shame as if it explains what he did to me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt explains. It does not excuse.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned toward the window.<\/p>\n
Cars moved along the highway below.<\/p>\n
Seven years ago.<\/p>\n
I tried to remember that period of my life.<\/p>\n
I had been promoted.<\/p>\n
I had moved apartments.<\/p>\n
I had stopped checking the mailbox near my birthday because Dad\u2019s cards had become sporadic.<\/p>\n
He had been across the street.<\/p>\n
Close enough to see me.<\/p>\n
Too afraid to cross.<\/p>\n
Alyssa spoke gently.<\/p>\n
\u201cCandace.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas almost smiled sadly.<\/p>\n
\u201cAgain, apparently a family trait.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian stiffened.<\/p>\n
Thomas nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI contacted William twelve years ago because I had begun hearing what was being said about you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople in town. Mutual acquaintances.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou lived here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot then. But my sister did.\u201d<\/p>\n
He glanced at Vivian.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe heard a conversation in a restaurant about William\u2019s \u2018questionable first daughter.\u2019 She called me because she remembered what Vivian had said before Alyssa was born.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alyssa looked sick.<\/p>\n
Thomas continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was when I realized the old threat had become real.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThreat?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cIn one argument, Vivian told me that if I ever tried to expose her, William already had enough uncertainty in his first marriage to keep him occupied.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian snapped, \u201cI was frightened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were strategic.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was twenty-four.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Candace was a child.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian fell silent.<\/p>\n
Thomas looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI should have told William immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I loved Vivian.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer disgusted me because of how ordinary it was.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought she would leave him. Then Alyssa was born. Vivian begged me not to destroy her home. She said William was a good father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alyssa whispered, \u201cHe was.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI watched from a distance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds noble when you say it calmly,\u201d Alyssa said.<\/p>\n
He accepted the blow.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t noble.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you ever try to see me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I had agreed not to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou agreed with her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe lied to Dad and you protected the lie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alyssa stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have two fathers who let her decide everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas flinched.<\/p>\n
The sentence hit everyone.<\/p>\n
Even Vivian.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlyssa,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alyssa stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I\u2019m not asking you to agree with me. I\u2019m asking why none of you thought I deserved to know my own life.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas answered first.<\/p>\n
\u201cFear.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian said, \u201cLove.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alyssa laughed without humor.<\/p>\n
\u201cThose are not the same answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey can be,\u201d Vivian said.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. They can exist together. That doesn\u2019t make them the same.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
For the first time, Alyssa sounded like someone who had spent several sleepless nights dismantling every belief she had inherited.<\/p>\n
Thomas reached into his coat.<\/p>\n
Vivian moved quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
Alyssa looked between them.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas withdrew a folded paper.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA copy of the last letter William wrote me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alyssa held out her hand.<\/p>\n
Thomas gave it to her.<\/p>\n
She unfolded it.<\/p>\n
I read over her shoulder.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s handwriting filled a single page.<\/p>\n
Thomas,<\/p>\n
I spent years thinking the worst thing that could happen to my family was the truth coming out. I was wrong. The worst thing already happened. I allowed fear of losing one daughter to become an excuse for abandoning the other.<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
Alyssa continued reading.<\/p>\n
Dad wrote that he intended to revise his estate and preserve DNA samples.<\/p>\n
He expected that after his death, Vivian might resurrect doubts about me to challenge any inheritance.<\/p>\n
That was why the condition existed.<\/p>\n
Not because he doubted me.<\/p>\n
Because he doubted her.<\/p>\n
My eyes moved toward Vivian.<\/p>\n
She looked away.<\/p>\n
Dad wrote one more thing.<\/p>\n
If Candace comes back, I want her to know I finally understood that silence is still a decision. Mine cost her eighteen years.<\/p>\n
Alyssa handed me the page.<\/p>\n
I read the sentence again.<\/p>\n
Then again.<\/p>\n
Silence is still a decision.<\/p>\n
Dad had understood.<\/p>\n
Too late.<\/p>\n
But he had understood.<\/p>\n
Thomas watched me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted to contact you again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe became ill.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn\u2019t immediate.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo why?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas hesitated.<\/p>\n
Vivian whispered, \u201cBecause he promised me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me directly.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter he discovered everything, I asked him for one thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot to destroy Alyssa\u2019s relationship with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alyssa stared.<\/p>\n
Vivian continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted to tell you the entire truth. I begged him to wait until Alyssa was older.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was already an adult.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou mean until it was safer for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her lips trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The admission startled me.<\/p>\n
Alyssa looked equally surprised.<\/p>\n
Vivian lowered herself onto the edge of the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was afraid if Candace learned everything, she would tell you. I thought you would hate me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alyssa\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Dad sacrificed Candace again.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian nodded once.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I let him.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went quiet.<\/p>\n
Thomas looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s more.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course there was.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe estate records don\u2019t contain the entire reason William changed the will.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alyssa frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else is there?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas glanced at Vivian.<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
He continued anyway.<\/p>\n
\u201cWilliam discovered that money intended for Candace had been redirected years earlier.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat money?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas looked toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cA college account.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed in disbelief.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t have a college account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d he said. \u201cYou did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas ignored her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWilliam\u2019s parents created it when Candace was born.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grandma had never mentioned that.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas did not answer immediately.<\/p>\n
Alyssa looked at her mother.<\/p>\n
Then realization crossed her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian whispered, \u201cIt wasn\u2019t like that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alyssa stepped away from her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas spoke quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe account was emptied during Candace\u2019s senior year of high school.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
I remembered that year.<\/p>\n
Dad telling me there was no money for the private college I had been accepted to.<\/p>\n
Vivian saying sometimes disappointment was part of becoming an adult.<\/p>\n
I had worked two jobs and attended community college before transferring.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did the money go?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian covered her eyes.<\/p>\n
Thomas answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo pay debts connected to a property purchased in Alyssa\u2019s name.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alyssa stared at her mother.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat property?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian did not respond.<\/p>\n
Thomas did.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe lake house.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alyssa\u2019s face went blank.<\/p>\n
The lake house had been her graduation gift.<\/p>\n
I stayed inside my car. Across the road, Alyssa had frozen halfway into the motel room. Thomas stood behind Vivian with one hand against the doorframe. Even at a distance … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":23271,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-23288","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\/23288","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=23288"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23288\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23333,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23288\/revisions\/23333"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/23271"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=23288"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=23288"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=23288"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}