I did not sleep that night.<\/p>\n
Ray had been dead three years.<\/p>\n
Until that evening, death had preserved him in a safe place in my mind.<\/p>\n
Not perfect.<\/p>\n
Never perfect.<\/p>\n
But known.<\/p>\n
Then Detective Harris placed an old deed on my kitchen table and made my husband part of a mystery that had begun before Amber ever moved next door.<\/p>\n
Doug was as confused as I was.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad never mentioned Hawthorne.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn't mention half of anything unless someone asked three times.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was tools and fishing gear, not development companies.\u201d<\/p>\n
I went upstairs.<\/p>\n
There was one place I had not searched since Ray died.<\/p>\n
His filing cabinet.<\/p>\n
It stood in the back bedroom beneath a framed photograph of him holding a twelve-pound catfish.<\/p>\n
Ray believed documents should be kept forever.<\/p>\n
Tax records.<\/p>\n
Appliance warranties.<\/p>\n
Receipts for lumber purchased in 1998.<\/p>\n
If he had paperwork from Hawthorne, it would be there.<\/p>\n
Doug followed.<\/p>\n
We opened the bottom drawer.<\/p>\n
PROPERTY.<\/p>\n
Inside were folders labeled by year.<\/p>\n
The duplex purchase was easy to find.<\/p>\n
Thirteen years old.<\/p>\n
Thick.<\/p>\n
Too thick.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad kept everything,\u201d Doug muttered.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe once saved a receipt for six screws.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds right.\u201d<\/p>\n
We spread the contents across the bed.<\/p>\n
Closing documents.<\/p>\n
Inspection reports.<\/p>\n
Insurance.<\/p>\n
A handwritten repair estimate.<\/p>\n
Then a yellow envelope.<\/p>\n
My name was written on the front.<\/p>\n
Arlene.<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
Ray\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
I sat.<\/p>\n
Doug stopped moving.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou want me to leave?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened it.<\/p>\n
Inside was a single sheet.<\/p>\n
Not a letter.<\/p>\n
A list.<\/p>\n
BASEMENT WEST WALL.<\/p>\n
OLD ACCESS SHAFT.<\/p>\n
SEALED 2013.<\/p>\n
DO NOT REMOVE UNTIL PROPERTY DISPUTE CLOSED.<\/p>\n
I read it twice.<\/p>\n
Doug took the page.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat property dispute?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have no idea.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHawthorne?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Beneath the note was a copy of an attorney\u2019s letter.<\/p>\n
It referenced a boundary easement and \u201cretained commercial access infrastructure.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dense language.<\/p>\n
But one phrase stood out.<\/p>\n
Subsurface service corridor.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Doug frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cTunnel.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cExcuse me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot a big one necessarily. Utility access.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is a tunnel under my house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould have been.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew the basement.<\/p>\n
Or I thought I did.<\/p>\n
Concrete floor.<\/p>\n
Water heater.<\/p>\n
Furnace.<\/p>\n
Storage shelves.<\/p>\n
Ray\u2019s old workbench.<\/p>\n
West wall.<\/p>\n
I grabbed a flashlight.<\/p>\n
Doug followed.<\/p>\n
The basement smelled of dust and cool stone.<\/p>\n
We stood facing the west wall.<\/p>\n
Painted cinder block.<\/p>\n
Nothing unusual.<\/p>\n
Then Doug moved a shelving unit.<\/p>\n
Behind it, the paint was slightly different.<\/p>\n
A rectangle.<\/p>\n
Six feet high.<\/p>\n
Three feet wide.<\/p>\n
My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n
\u201cRay sealed this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Doug touched the mortar.<\/p>\n
\u201cLooks like it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at the note.<\/p>\n
\u201cProperty dispute.\u201d<\/p>\n
I called Harris.<\/p>\n
He told us not to touch anything.<\/p>\n
For once, I listened.<\/p>\n
Police arrived with a building inspector.<\/p>\n
They photographed everything.<\/p>\n
Then opened the wall carefully.<\/p>\n
Behind the cinder blocks was empty space.<\/p>\n
A narrow concrete passage descended beneath the duplex.<\/p>\n
Maddie thought it was exciting.<\/p>\n
Bentley did not.<\/p>\n
He stood at the top of the basement stairs.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes that go to our side?\u201d<\/p>\n
Officer Reynolds checked the old diagrams.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley went pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cTravis could get in.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt's sealed farther down.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas it?\u201d<\/p>\n
That question stopped everyone.<\/p>\n
Police searched.<\/p>\n
The passage ran under both halves of the duplex and continued toward the rear property line.<\/p>\n
At one point it connected to an old utility chamber.<\/p>\n
A steel door there had been forced.<\/p>\n
Recently.<\/p>\n
Scratch marks.<\/p>\n
Fresh metal.<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone has been down here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow recently?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDays or weeks.\u201d<\/p>\n
Travis may not have needed the copied front-door key at all.<\/p>\n
The key may have been backup.<\/p>\n
Or misdirection.<\/p>\n
Police followed the corridor.<\/p>\n
I stayed upstairs with the children.<\/p>\n
After nearly an hour, Harris returned carrying an evidence bag.<\/p>\n
Inside was a flashlight.<\/p>\n
Black.<\/p>\n
Modern.<\/p>\n
And a folded piece of paper.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA map.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe duplex.\u201d<\/p>\n
Someone had marked Amber\u2019s bedroom.<\/p>\n
Closet.<\/p>\n
Kitchen.<\/p>\n
Basement.<\/p>\n
And one location beneath my side.<\/p>\n
Ray\u2019s workbench.<\/p>\n
We went back down.<\/p>\n
Police moved the heavy wooden bench.<\/p>\n
Behind it, bolted to the floor, was a metal plate.<\/p>\n
I had never noticed it.<\/p>\n
Ray\u2019s bench covered it perfectly.<\/p>\n
The inspector removed bolts.<\/p>\n
Underneath was a shallow compartment.<\/p>\n
Empty.<\/p>\n
Except for dust.<\/p>\n
Harris shone a light.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was something stored here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
Clean rectangle.<\/p>\n
Roughly the size of a document box.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Ray keep?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Doug looked sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad hid something.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered Ray\u2019s habits.<\/p>\n
His stubbornness.<\/p>\n
His belief that important papers belonged in places nobody else would think to look.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered one winter, years before his death.<\/p>\n
He had spent hours in the basement.<\/p>\n
When I asked why, he said he was \u201cfixing an old nuisance.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had assumed pipes.<\/p>\n
Maybe it was this.<\/p>\n
We returned upstairs.<\/p>\n
Harris reviewed the property file again.<\/p>\n
One document mentioned Hawthorne\u2019s previous use of the duplex.<\/p>\n
Not residential.<\/p>\n
Before conversion, the building served as a field office for municipal contractors.<\/p>\n
Including records storage.<\/p>\n
My skin prickled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of records?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUnknown.\u201d<\/p>\n
Doug stared toward the basement door.<\/p>\n
\u201cHawthorne records.\u201d<\/p>\n
Possibly.<\/p>\n
The warehouse.<\/p>\n
County contracts.<\/p>\n
Inspection files.<\/p>\n
Maybe Ray had unknowingly bought a building that still contained evidence.<\/p>\n
Or maybe he knew.<\/p>\n
I returned to his filing cabinet.<\/p>\n
There had to be more.<\/p>\n
We searched every folder.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Then Bentley came into the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you looking for?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething Ray may have hidden.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Ray had a box.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat box?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMetal.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did you see it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen I was little.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were very little when Ray died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGarage.\u201d<\/p>\n
Doug and I looked at each other.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did it look like?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGray. With two handles.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Ray put it in his truck.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart pounded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did he take it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley shrugged.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley frowned, concentrating.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told Mom something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAmber?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
That made no sense.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow old were you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeven maybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ray died when Bentley was seven.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he tell her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething about if people came asking.\u201d<\/p>\n
Doug went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat people?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Ray say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley opened his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell them the basement floods.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
Ray knew.<\/p>\n
Maybe not everything.<\/p>\n
But enough to warn Amber.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid your mother know Ray well?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKind of.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought back.<\/p>\n
Amber had moved in six months before Ray died.<\/p>\n
I had assumed their conversations were ordinary.<\/p>\n
Repairs.<\/p>\n
Rent.<\/p>\n
Weather.<\/p>\n
Maybe they weren't.<\/p>\n
I called Amber.<\/p>\n
Her face changed when I mentioned Ray.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was wondering when you'd find that.\u201d<\/p>\n
My breath caught.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Ray tell you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot much.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAmber.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked if anyone had contacted me about the basement.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn't say.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he show you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA metal box.\u201d<\/p>\n
Doug leaned close to the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was inside?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFiles.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout Hawthorne?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hands began shaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are they?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRay took them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said somewhere safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was in them?\u201d<\/p>\n
Amber swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cPayments.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo Travis?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGerald?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNames I didn't recognize.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would Ray show you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause my name was in one file.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA payment record.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA payment made using my identity.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHawthorne.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cConsulting.\u201d<\/p>\n
Amber laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was twenty-four. I never worked for Hawthorne.\u201d<\/p>\n
Identity fraud.<\/p>\n
Money moved through fake consultants.<\/p>\n
Fake vendors.<\/p>\n
People whose names could be blamed later.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Travis know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas he part of it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMarcus?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGerald?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Ray?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer came instantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he was angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
She remembered Ray opening the metal box.<\/p>\n
Showing her copies.<\/p>\n
Explaining he had discovered them hidden in the basement after buying the property.<\/p>\n
He planned to give them to an attorney.<\/p>\n
Then his health failed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn't he go to police?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said he didn't know who he could trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
County inspectors were involved.<\/p>\n
Contractors.<\/p>\n
Possibly officials.<\/p>\n
Ray feared handing evidence to someone tied to Hawthorne.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn't he tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Amber\u2019s face softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was trying to protect you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hated hearing that.<\/p>\n
Protection through silence had caused enough damage.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he give you anything?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne page.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat page?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA list of shell companies.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you still have it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
Amber hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cIn the old phone case.\u201d<\/p>\n
The lockbox.<\/p>\n
Police had it.<\/p>\n
I called Harris before the video chat ended.<\/p>\n
He returned to evidence storage.<\/p>\n
Inside the phone case, beneath a fabric lining, they found folded paper.<\/p>\n
Eleven company names.<\/p>\n
One was Hawthorne Civic Partners.<\/p>\n
Several were dissolved.<\/p>\n
One remained active.<\/p>\n
Pike Municipal Consulting.<\/p>\n
Gerald.<\/p>\n
Another name caught Doug\u2019s attention.<\/p>\n
Meacham Access Services.<\/p>\n
Carl.<\/p>\n
The locksmith.<\/p>\n
He had been part of the money system too.<\/p>\n
Not merely a contractor.<\/p>\n
Payments linked him directly to Hawthorne.<\/p>\n
Harris immediately sent officers to Carl\u2019s shop.<\/p>\n
He was gone.<\/p>\n
The shop door stood open.<\/p>\n
Inside, police found key blanks.<\/p>\n
Old access logs.<\/p>\n
Printed maps.<\/p>\n
One map showed the utility corridor beneath my duplex.<\/p>\n
Carl had known about the passage.<\/p>\n
He had known exactly how to enter.<\/p>\n
That changed everything.<\/p>\n
Maybe Travis had not discovered the underground access himself.<\/p>\n
Maybe Carl showed him.<\/p>\n
At dusk, Harris returned to my house.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe found surveillance footage from Carl\u2019s shop.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree nights ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho visited?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTravis.\u201d<\/p>\n
No surprise.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd someone else.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris showed me a still image.<\/p>\n
Gray sedan.<\/p>\n
Gerald.<\/p>\n
Both men had been at Carl\u2019s shop.<\/p>\n
Together.<\/p>\n
Two days before Gerald died.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat were they doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUnknown.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is Carl?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMissing.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of the storage unit.<\/p>\n
Gerald arrived first.<\/p>\n
Marcus followed.<\/p>\n
Travis arrived later.<\/p>\n
Someone else cut the lock.<\/p>\n
Maybe Carl.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if Carl was at the storage unit?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe're checking.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley stood nearby listening.<\/p>\n
Then he said, \u201cHe was here too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Every adult turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe key man.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carl.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley pointed toward the basement door.<\/p>\n
\u201cNight Mom went to hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin went cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou saw him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe dropped this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley ran upstairs.<\/p>\n
Returned with a small metal object.<\/p>\n
A key tag.<\/p>\n
Stamped:<\/p>\n
CM-47.<\/p>\n
Harris took it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did you find this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy the basement steps.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn't you tell anyone?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought it was Mr. Doug\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
Doug stared at the tag.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris photographed it.<\/p>\n
Then called another officer.<\/p>\n
Within thirty minutes they matched the code to Carl Meacham\u2019s inventory system.<\/p>\n
CM.<\/p>\n
Carl Meacham.<\/p>\n
47.<\/p>\n
A master utility key.<\/p>\n
The key opened access gates along the old municipal corridor.<\/p>\n
Carl had been inside the duplex after Amber was taken away.<\/p>\n
Maybe while Bentley and Maddie were hiding next door.<\/p>\n
I felt sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was he looking for?\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris answered carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably what Ray removed from the compartment.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe metal box.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut it's gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why keep searching?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause maybe someone believes Ray left something else.\u201d<\/p>\n
That night police remained outside.<\/p>\n
Doug slept on my couch.<\/p>\n
Bentley and Maddie stayed upstairs.<\/p>\n
At 2:13 a.m., I woke to a noise beneath the kitchen.<\/p>\n
Metal scraping concrete.<\/p>\n
I sat upright.<\/p>\n
Another scrape.<\/p>\n
Basement.<\/p>\n
I reached for my phone.<\/p>\n
Before I could dial, Bentley appeared at the top of the stairs.<\/p>\n
\u201cMiss Arlene.\u201d<\/p>\n
He was whispering.<\/p>\n
\u201cI hear somebody.\u201d<\/p>\n
Doug came awake.<\/p>\n
The basement door handle moved.<\/p>\n
Slowly.<\/p>\n
Someone on the other side was trying it.<\/p>\n
I called Harris.<\/p>\n
Then the handle stopped.<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Doug moved toward the kitchen.<\/p>\n
I grabbed his arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
A thud sounded below.<\/p>\n
Then running.<\/p>\n
Police outside shouted.<\/p>\n
A door slammed somewhere beneath us.<\/p>\n
Within seconds officers flooded the yard.<\/p>\n
The underground corridor.<\/p>\n
Someone had entered through it.<\/p>\n
Five minutes later Reynolds came upstairs.<\/p>\n
\u201cStay here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then a radio crackled.<\/p>\n
Officer voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe've got one.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart pounded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
Reynolds listened.<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s Carl.\u201d<\/p>\n
Doug exhaled.<\/p>\n
But the radio continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cSecond subject fled east through access tunnel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Second subject.<\/p>\n
Not one intruder.<\/p>\n
Two.<\/p>\n
Harris rushed past us toward the basement.<\/p>\n
Ten minutes later he returned carrying an object wrapped in clear evidence plastic.<\/p>\n
A small old cassette tape.<\/p>\n
Dusty.<\/p>\n
Handwritten label.<\/p>\n
RAY – HAWTHORNE.<\/p>\n
Someone had removed it from a crack behind the basement wall.<\/p>\n
Carl had apparently found it seconds before police caught him.<\/p>\n
Ray had hidden one final piece of evidence.<\/p>\n
And somebody else had been willing to crawl beneath our home in the middle of the night to make sure we never heard what was on it.<\/p>\n
I did not sleep that night. Ray had been dead three years. Until that evening, death had preserved him in a safe place in my mind. Not perfect. Never perfect. … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":23757,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-23769","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\/23769","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=23769"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23769\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23820,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23769\/revisions\/23820"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/23757"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=23769"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=23769"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=23769"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}