Dad told me about the foreclosure notice himself.<\/p>\n
He called on a Thursday evening.<\/p>\n
His voice was calm.<\/p>\n
Too calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cRachel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHi.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe lender sent something.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew what.<\/p>\n
Natalie had already warned me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did they send?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNotice of default.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat at my kitchen table.<\/p>\n
The same table where I had cancelled the mortgage.<\/p>\n
The same place where I first found the second loan.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo payments plus fees.\u201d<\/p>\n
He told me the amount.<\/p>\n
A year earlier, I would have transferred it before he finished the sentence.<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
Dad did not ask.<\/p>\n
That mattered.<\/p>\n
Finally I said, \u201cWhat are you going to do?\u201d<\/p>\n
He exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI called them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey offered a temporary repayment plan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you afford it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSell.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the grain of the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow does Mom feel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe doesn\u2019t want to sell.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course she did not.<\/p>\n
The house represented forty years.<\/p>\n
Marriage.<\/p>\n
Children.<\/p>\n
Christmases.<\/p>\n
Grandchildren.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s business success before everything fell apart.<\/p>\n
It also represented debt, secrecy, and three years of my money disappearing into a structure no one wanted to examine.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you think?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad was quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think we should sell.\u201d<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
\u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I finally did the math.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow bad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBad.\u201d<\/p>\n
He had enough equity to avoid disaster if the sale happened quickly.<\/p>\n
Not enough to preserve every fantasy.<\/p>\n
Enough to start over.<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you told Mom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat I\u2019m giving up.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd what did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat keeping a house we can\u2019t afford isn\u2019t fighting.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat back.<\/p>\n
Dad had changed.<\/p>\n
Not completely.<\/p>\n
Not magically.<\/p>\n
But something fundamental had shifted.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s something I need to ask.\u201d<\/p>\n
My body tightened automatically.<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
I hated how fast my mind prepared itself.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad became silent.<\/p>\n
Then he said, \u201cI wasn\u2019t going to ask for money.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you need?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you look at the numbers?\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not answer immediately.<\/p>\n
That request was different.<\/p>\n
He was not asking me to rescue him.<\/p>\n
He was asking for expertise.<\/p>\n
But even advice could become another form of responsibility if I let it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want from me exactly?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad seemed to understand why I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me if selling makes sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI make the decision.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou won\u2019t tell Mom I decided.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou won\u2019t tell the lender I\u2019m backing anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou won\u2019t ask me to cover a shortfall.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I breathed out.<\/p>\n
\u201cSend me the numbers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is advice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot responsibility.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
That evening he emailed me statements.<\/p>\n
For the first time in years, everything was there.<\/p>\n
First mortgage.<\/p>\n
Second mortgage.<\/p>\n
Tax balance.<\/p>\n
Utilities.<\/p>\n
Insurance.<\/p>\n
No hidden columns.<\/p>\n
No vague categories.<\/p>\n
No emergency storytelling.<\/p>\n
I spent two hours reviewing them.<\/p>\n
The answer was obvious.<\/p>\n
Sell.<\/p>\n
Even with the disputed second mortgage under investigation, the house was too expensive for their reduced income.<\/p>\n
The next morning, I called.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should sell.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad was quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have enough equity if the second mortgage issue resolves correctly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if it doesn\u2019t?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTalk to Natalie or your own attorney.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not handling that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
The ease of his answer made me unexpectedly emotional.<\/p>\n
He was learning too.<\/p>\n
Mom called that afternoon.<\/p>\n
She had not spoken to me alone in several days.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father says you think we should sell.\u201d<\/p>\n
I immediately heard the old framing.<\/p>\n
Rachel thinks.<\/p>\n
Rachel decided.<\/p>\n
I corrected it.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad asked me to review the numbers. The numbers say selling is safer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you think we should lose our home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt feels like that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice shook.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have your apartment. You\u2019re young. You can buy something else if you want.\u201d<\/p>\n
I let the unfairness pass.<\/p>\n
She continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI raised you in this house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father built the deck.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou and Lauren learned to swim in that backyard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvery Christmas\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cThose things happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
I softened my voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cSelling the house doesn\u2019t erase them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt feels like punishment.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was that word.<\/p>\n
Punishment.<\/p>\n
I thought about the mortgage payment.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause all of this came out and now we lose everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re not losing everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt feels like it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m still here.\u201d<\/p>\n
She went silent.<\/p>\n
The words surprised both of us.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cLauren is still here. The grandchildren are still here. Dad is still here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom started crying.<\/p>\n
\u201cEric isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe might go to prison.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you expect me to be okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
That stopped her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI expect you to be devastated.\u201d<\/p>\n
She cried harder.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know how to be his mother and admit what he did.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
The real problem.<\/p>\n
Not the house.<\/p>\n
Not the mortgage.<\/p>\n
Motherhood.<\/p>\n
Identity.<\/p>\n
She had protected Eric partly because admitting the truth about him felt like admitting failure in herself.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to stop being his mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means you can love him without lying for him.\u201d<\/p>\n
She said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can visit him if he\u2019s incarcerated.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom sobbed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can answer his calls.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt my own eyes fill.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can tell him you love him.\u201d<\/p>\n
My voice shook.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you can still say what he did was wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom whispered, \u201cI don\u2019t know how.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou learn.\u201d<\/p>\n
Just like I was learning.<\/p>\n
She breathed slowly.<\/p>\n
Then she asked, \u201cDo you hate me?\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of the title office.<\/p>\n
My identification.<\/p>\n
The birthday card.<\/p>\n
Her bringing my signature sample to Eric.<\/p>\n
Her telling me not to contact them after Mason humiliated me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you forgive me?\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer was harder.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
She went quiet.<\/p>\n
I did not apologize.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m trying to understand you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut forgiveness isn\u2019t pretending I\u2019m okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I don\u2019t know what our relationship looks like yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
She whispered, \u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was the first time Mom accepted uncertainty without trying to control it.<\/p>\n
A week later, Dad listed the house.<\/p>\n
I expected Mom to change her mind.<\/p>\n
She did not.<\/p>\n
She cried when the sign went into the yard.<\/p>\n
Then she packed the kitchen.<\/p>\n
Lauren helped.<\/p>\n
I came on Saturday.<\/p>\n
Not because they needed money.<\/p>\n
Because Mom asked if I would help sort old photographs.<\/p>\n
That difference mattered.<\/p>\n
We sat on the living-room floor with boxes around us.<\/p>\n
For several hours, nobody talked about Eric.<\/p>\n
We found pictures of Dad as a young man with too much hair.<\/p>\n
Mom in a yellow dress I had never seen.<\/p>\n
Lauren at six with missing front teeth.<\/p>\n
Eric at seventeen holding a basketball.<\/p>\n
Me in college, asleep at the kitchen table over textbooks.<\/p>\n
Then Mom found a photo of all four of us at Christmas.<\/p>\n
Eric had one arm around me.<\/p>\n
We were laughing.<\/p>\n
She stared at it.<\/p>\n
\u201cI keep thinking that if he did all these things, then maybe this wasn\u2019t real.\u201d<\/p>\n
I took the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was real.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow can both be true?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe loved us.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe used us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe hurt us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe loved us?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Eric\u2019s face in the picture.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom cried.<\/p>\n
I did too.<\/p>\n
Human beings were inconvenient that way.<\/p>\n
People could love and exploit.<\/p>\n
Protect and betray.<\/p>\n
Mean an apology and repeat the harm.<\/p>\n
No single label simplified all of it.<\/p>\n
That did not reduce responsibility.<\/p>\n
It simply made grief harder.<\/p>\n
Lauren arrived after lunch with Mason and Emma.<\/p>\n
Mason helped Dad carry boxes.<\/p>\n
Emma claimed every Christmas ornament she could reach.<\/p>\n
The house slowly became less like a symbol and more like a building people were leaving.<\/p>\n
I found the old laundry-room doorframe behind a cabinet.<\/p>\n
Marks covered the wood.<\/p>\n
Eric, age eight.<\/p>\n
Lauren, six.<\/p>\n
Rachel, four.<\/p>\n
Later marks climbed higher.<\/p>\n
Mom stood beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can\u2019t take the wall.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She touched one mark.<\/p>\n
Then laughed through tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe could cut the frame out.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad heard from the hallway.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe buyers might object.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen they can object.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time in weeks, all three of us laughed.<\/p>\n
It felt strange.<\/p>\n
Not wrong.<\/p>\n
Just fragile.<\/p>\n
That evening, Morales called.<\/p>\n
They had finished reviewing additional messages from Eric\u2019s storage phones.<\/p>\n
The Jackson Street timeline now strongly supported Rick\u2019s account.<\/p>\n
Eric had texted Melissa at 9:37 that morning:<\/p>\n
Rick screwed the rail up again. Sam is going to report the whole site if Tom ever calls him back.<\/p>\n
Nine minutes later, Samuel fell.<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Eric warn anyone?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo record.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he know the rail was dangerous?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe message suggests he knew something was wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould he have prevented Samuel\u2019s death?\u201d<\/p>\n
Morales paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
That word again.<\/p>\n
But this time it carried moral weight even if legal responsibility remained uncertain.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe saw a problem and did nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat appears to be the case.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he was worried about Samuel exposing him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe cannot prove that was his reason.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut it fits.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt does.\u201d<\/p>\n
I appreciated that answer.<\/p>\n
Not certainty.<\/p>\n
Not evasion.<\/p>\n
A supported interpretation.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happens to Rick?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe safety case is being reviewed. He may face civil and regulatory consequences. Criminal negligence is being evaluated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Eric?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe financial case continues.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo homicide charge?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCurrent evidence does not support intentional killing.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
The answer.<\/p>\n
Eric did not appear to have murdered Samuel.<\/p>\n
But his fraud, his threats, his concealment, and his failure to act had surrounded the death.<\/p>\n
Reality was less dramatic and more painful.<\/p>\n
He could have spoken.<\/p>\n
He could have stopped work.<\/p>\n
He could have told Dad Samuel was trying to reach him.<\/p>\n
He could have told investigators the truth afterward.<\/p>\n
He chose himself each time.<\/p>\n
I told Dad that night.<\/p>\n
He listened without interrupting.<\/p>\n
When I finished, he said, \u201cSo he didn\u2019t kill him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot intentionally, based on what they know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad stared out the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut he knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe may have known the rail was wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd said nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s enough for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood.<\/p>\n
Not enough to call Eric a murderer.<\/p>\n
Enough to understand his priorities.<\/p>\n
A month passed.<\/p>\n
The lender formally removed the fraudulent second mortgage from my personal liability while the underlying debt entered litigation.<\/p>\n
The line of credit was frozen and disputed.<\/p>\n
My credit report began changing.<\/p>\n
Accounts marked fraudulent.<\/p>\n
Inquiries removed.<\/p>\n
For months, paperwork would continue.<\/p>\n
But my name was becoming mine again.<\/p>\n
Eric remained in custody pending trial because prosecutors argued he posed a flight risk.<\/p>\n
Melissa was charged separately.<\/p>\n
Her attorney denied several allegations.<\/p>\n
Rick\u2019s case remained under review.<\/p>\n
Maria retained counsel.<\/p>\n
The house received an offer.<\/p>\n
Lower than Mom hoped.<\/p>\n
High enough.<\/p>\n
Dad accepted.<\/p>\n
The night before closing, my parents asked us all to dinner.<\/p>\n
Lauren came.<\/p>\n
Mason and Emma came.<\/p>\n
I almost refused.<\/p>\n
Then I went.<\/p>\n
We sat at the same table.<\/p>\n
For a few minutes, nobody mentioned the last dinner.<\/p>\n
Then Mason looked at my plate.<\/p>\n
His face flushed.<\/p>\n
He stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to say something.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lauren watched him.<\/p>\n
Mom stopped eating.<\/p>\n
Mason swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAunt Rachel, I\u2019m sorry for what I did here.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at everyone.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want everybody to hear it.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI spit in her food because I thought humiliating her would make Dad laugh.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody moved.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was disgusting.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lauren\u2019s eyes filled.<\/p>\n
Mason continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd everybody acted like Aunt Rachel was wrong for being mad.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked down.<\/p>\n
Mom whispered, \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason turned toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited a moment.<\/p>\n
Then said, \u201cI forgive you.\u201d<\/p>\n
He cried immediately.<\/p>\n
So did Lauren.<\/p>\n
I stood and hugged him.<\/p>\n
Over his shoulder, I saw Dad wiping his face.<\/p>\n
When Mason sat down, Mom looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI owe you one too.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
She seemed surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want this dinner to become a ceremony.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad raised his water glass.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo no more secrets.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lauren looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s ambitious.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
It was the first real laugh I had heard from him in weeks.<\/p>\n
I raised my glass.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo asking questions sooner.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom lifted hers.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo answering them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason said, \u201cEven if the answer is bad?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cEspecially then.\u201d<\/p>\n
We drank.<\/p>\n
The house around us was nearly empty.<\/p>\n
No curtains.<\/p>\n
Boxes along the walls.<\/p>\n
Bare shelves.<\/p>\n
For years, I had believed keeping that house standing was one of the ways I kept my family together.<\/p>\n
I had been wrong.<\/p>\n
The building could go.<\/p>\n
What mattered was whether the people leaving it were willing to stop building their relationships on debt, fear, silence, and rescue.<\/p>\n
We were not fixed.<\/p>\n
Not close.<\/p>\n
Not healed.<\/p>\n
But for the first time, nobody at that table needed me to pay for the privilege of belonging.<\/p>\n
Dad told me about the foreclosure notice himself. He called on a Thursday evening. His voice was calm. Too calm. \u201cRachel.\u201d \u201cHi.\u201d \u201cThe lender sent something.\u201d I knew what. Natalie … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":23516,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-23536","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\/23536","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=23536"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23536\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23571,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23536\/revisions\/23571"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/23516"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=23536"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=23536"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=23536"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}