Identification took time.<\/p>\n
The remains had been buried for years.<\/p>\n
Investigators would not call them Robert Keene until forensic testing confirmed it.<\/p>\n
Harris repeated that twice.<\/p>\n
I appreciated the discipline.<\/p>\n
Bentley did not hear the details.<\/p>\n
He knew police found something at a property connected to Travis.<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
Amber knew everything.<\/p>\n
She listened from her hospital room without speaking.<\/p>\n
Then asked one question.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas Travis ever questioned when Keene disappeared?\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris checked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKeene was reported missing in another state.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo connection surfaced.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another fragment lost because nobody had the whole picture.<\/p>\n
That seemed to define Hawthorne.<\/p>\n
One department had a complaint.<\/p>\n
Another had a missing person.<\/p>\n
A bank had suspicious transfers.<\/p>\n
A hospital had an injured woman.<\/p>\n
A school had an absent boy.<\/p>\n
A landlord had unpaid rent.<\/p>\n
Each fact looked ordinary by itself.<\/p>\n
Put together, they became a machine.<\/p>\n
Federal investigators began combining decades of records.<\/p>\n
Patterns emerged.<\/p>\n
People connected to Hawthorne who disappeared.<\/p>\n
People financially ruined after resisting.<\/p>\n
People suddenly changing statements.<\/p>\n
Not every tragedy belonged to Elaine.<\/p>\n
Not every missing person belonged to Travis.<\/p>\n
Harris warned us against turning correlation into certainty.<\/p>\n
But enough documented connections existed to expand the investigation again.<\/p>\n
Travis\u2019s attorney stopped allowing interviews.<\/p>\n
Elaine\u2019s attorneys became more aggressive.<\/p>\n
Thomas kept cooperating.<\/p>\n
Crewe negotiated.<\/p>\n
Cross resisted.<\/p>\n
Leonard denied knowing anything about Keene.<\/p>\n
Marcus recognized the name.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe audited projects.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cConstruction.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he find something?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGhost employees.\u201d<\/p>\n
Workers who did not exist.<\/p>\n
Payroll money diverted.<\/p>\n
Keene threatened to report it.<\/p>\n
Then disappeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Travis know him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverybody knew him after that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Not a comfortable answer.<\/p>\n
The preliminary forensic estimate placed the remains in the ground around the same time Keene vanished.<\/p>\n
Cause of death uncertain.<\/p>\n
A fracture to the skull.<\/p>\n
Could be violence.<\/p>\n
Could be other trauma.<\/p>\n
We waited for evidence rather than inventing certainty.<\/p>\n
That waiting became easier.<\/p>\n
Maybe because so much else was finally clear.<\/p>\n
Three days later Amber was discharged from the rehabilitation center.<\/p>\n
Not home.<\/p>\n
Not yet.<\/p>\n
She came to the safe house.<\/p>\n
Bentley stood on the porch before the car stopped.<\/p>\n
I had told him to wait inside.<\/p>\n
He ignored me.<\/p>\n
Some rules deserve to lose.<\/p>\n
Amber stepped out with a cane.<\/p>\n
She was thinner.<\/p>\n
Moving slowly.<\/p>\n
A nurse steadied her elbow.<\/p>\n
Bentley did not run.<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
He walked.<\/p>\n
Very carefully.<\/p>\n
As though rushing might break her.<\/p>\n
Amber opened one arm.<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
He folded into her.<\/p>\n
For several seconds neither spoke.<\/p>\n
Then Maddie escaped Doug\u2019s grip and screamed, \u201cMAMA!\u201d<\/p>\n
Amber laughed and cried simultaneously.<\/p>\n
She lowered herself carefully so Maddie could climb against her.<\/p>\n
Bunny was crushed between them.<\/p>\n
I turned away.<\/p>\n
Some moments do not need witnesses staring.<\/p>\n
When I looked back, Bentley was touching Amber\u2019s sleeve.<\/p>\n
Checking.<\/p>\n
Real.<\/p>\n
Present.<\/p>\n
Home, in the only definition that mattered.<\/p>\n
Amber stayed in a downstairs bedroom.<\/p>\n
Police protection remained.<\/p>\n
Her first evening consisted of soup, medication, arguments with Bentley about bedtime, and Maddie refusing to sleep anywhere except beside her.<\/p>\n
Normal life returned in pieces.<\/p>\n
Not gracefully.<\/p>\n
Beautifully anyway.<\/p>\n
The next morning Amber asked to speak with me alone.<\/p>\n
We sat on the back porch.<\/p>\n
She held coffee with both hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't want to go back.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe duplex.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
Not anger.<\/p>\n
Loss.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't have to say it that fast.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat should I say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat you're upset.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo am I.\u201d<\/p>\n
We sat quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought I wanted it,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cBentley does.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe thinks leaving means Travis wins.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you think?\u201d<\/p>\n
Amber watched a bird hop along the fence.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I spent too many years arranging my life around what Travis might do.\u201d<\/p>\n
She rubbed her thumb against the coffee mug.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf I stay because I'm afraid leaving means he wins, I'm still arranging my life around him.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was annoyingly wise.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere would you go?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFar?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe not.\u201d<\/p>\n
That helped more than I wanted to admit.<\/p>\n
\u201cBentley loves his school.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaddie loves my kitchen cabinets.\u201d<\/p>\n
Amber smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe loves removing everything from your kitchen cabinets.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want something that's ours.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence landed gently.<\/p>\n
The duplex had always been mine.<\/p>\n
Then Ray\u2019s and mine.<\/p>\n
Amber rented half.<\/p>\n
No matter how loved she became, some part of her life remained inside someone else\u2019s property.<\/p>\n
After everything, she wanted a place chosen without Hawthorne, Travis, Ray or me shaping it.<\/p>\n
I understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen find it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're not going to argue?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am seventy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am learning efficiency.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed.<\/p>\n
Then cried.<\/p>\n
Then apologized for crying.<\/p>\n
I told her that was ridiculous.<\/p>\n
Bentley reacted exactly as expected.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Amber waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe're not moving.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe are.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBentley.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI'll stay with Miss Arlene.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe has a room.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have several,\u201d I said, unhelpfully.<\/p>\n
Amber glared at me.<\/p>\n
I shut up.<\/p>\n
Bentley crossed his arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't want another school.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou may not need one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't want another street.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Ray\u2019s tomatoes are there.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Grief hiding inside stubbornness.<\/p>\n
Amber sat beside him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can take tomatoes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can't take a garden.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeeds.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's not the same.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She did not pretend.<\/p>\n
Bentley looked toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're staying?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven't decided.\u201d<\/p>\n
That made him angrier.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverybody leaves.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went still.<\/p>\n
He realized what he had said.<\/p>\n
His face collapsed.<\/p>\n
Amber reached for him.<\/p>\n
He pulled away.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad left.\u201d<\/p>\n
His biological father had been absent so long we rarely mentioned him.<\/p>\n
\u201cTravis left.\u201d<\/p>\n
Amber said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Ray died.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom went in the ambulance.\u201d<\/p>\n
She closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I thought she died too.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow we're leaving you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I went to him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are not leaving me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf we move, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's what moving means.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot always.\u201d<\/p>\n
He cried then.<\/p>\n
Not the controlled tears he had allowed when Amber called from the hospital.<\/p>\n
Not the frightened silence from those nine days alone.<\/p>\n
This was grief with room to breathe.<\/p>\n
Amber held him.<\/p>\n
Eventually he stopped fighting.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't want things to change.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey already changed too much.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan we stay until school ends?\u201d<\/p>\n
Amber looked at me.<\/p>\n
Then at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Not forever.<\/p>\n
Not immediate.<\/p>\n
A bridge.<\/p>\n
Bentley nodded against her shoulder.<\/p>\n
That afternoon Doug drove us past the duplex.<\/p>\n
Police still controlled access.<\/p>\n
The porch looked ordinary.<\/p>\n
That offended me.<\/p>\n
How could a place hold so much and look like a place where someone simply forgot to sweep the steps?<\/p>\n
Ray\u2019s tomatoes had gone wild.<\/p>\n
Bentley noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey need stakes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan police let me fix them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably not today.\u201d<\/p>\n
He frowned.<\/p>\n
Doug said, \u201cI'll ask.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley nodded.<\/p>\n
Small responsibilities mattered.<\/p>\n
They returned shape to days.<\/p>\n
Inside the duplex, investigators were finishing work.<\/p>\n
The underground corridor had been mapped.<\/p>\n
It connected three properties.<\/p>\n
Our duplex.<\/p>\n
A demolished Hawthorne office.<\/p>\n
And an old municipal utility structure.<\/p>\n
No more secret branches.<\/p>\n
No undiscovered rooms.<\/p>\n
For the first time, the building seemed finite.<\/p>\n
Walls.<\/p>\n
Pipes.<\/p>\n
Foundation.<\/p>\n
Not endless mystery.<\/p>\n
Doug received estimates to seal the passage permanently.<\/p>\n
Concrete.<\/p>\n
Steel.<\/p>\n
Inspection.<\/p>\n
He showed them to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEven if you sell?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEspecially if I sell.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody else would inherit that door.<\/p>\n
Later Harris brought news about the remains.<\/p>\n
Dental comparison strongly indicated Robert Keene.<\/p>\n
Formal confirmation pending.<\/p>\n
More important, soil recovered from an old shovel in Travis\u2019s storage unit was consistent with the burial site.<\/p>\n
Not proof by itself.<\/p>\n
But physical connection.<\/p>\n
Travis\u2019s legal problems multiplied.<\/p>\n
Amber listened.<\/p>\n
Then asked, \u201cDoes this change my case?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris was careful.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour assault case stands independently.\u201d<\/p>\n
Good.<\/p>\n
I did not want Amber\u2019s truth swallowed by a larger prosecution.<\/p>\n
She had been attacked.<\/p>\n
Bentley had witnessed it.<\/p>\n
That deserved its own name.<\/p>\n
Its own accountability.<\/p>\n
The following morning, Samuel visited by secure video.<\/p>\n
Bentley met him properly.<\/p>\n
Samuel smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're the boy Ray liked.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley looked suspicious.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe liked lots of people.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot as many as you think.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was probably true.<\/p>\n
Samuel asked about the tomatoes.<\/p>\n
Bentley brightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRay complained about them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe liked them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe complained about things he liked.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed from the kitchen.<\/p>\n
Samuel continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe used to say tomatoes were needy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey are.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley immediately trusted him.<\/p>\n
That was all it took.<\/p>\n
Samuel told him Ray once planted twelve tomato plants and accidentally grew enough fruit to feed half the street.<\/p>\n
Bentley smiled.<\/p>\n
Then asked:<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you and Mr. Ray fight?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel looked surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I made bad choices.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you forgive him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he forgive you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley nodded.<\/p>\n
Then asked the question adults avoid.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid that fix what happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel\u2019s eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what did it do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLet us stop adding more hurt.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bentley absorbed that.<\/p>\n
So did I.<\/p>\n
That afternoon Nathan Cole called.<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you decided whether to sell?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen Ray\u2019s instruction remains sealed.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if I never decide?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen it stays sealed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould you at least tell me how many pages?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hated lawyers.<\/p>\n
But the question stayed with me.<\/p>\n
Sell.<\/p>\n
Stay.<\/p>\n
The building no longer needed to be preserved for evidence.<\/p>\n
Amber intended to move.<\/p>\n
Ray himself had told me wood did not have feelings.<\/p>\n
What was I protecting?<\/p>\n
Memory?<\/p>\n
Or fear of changing?<\/p>\n
That evening I went to the duplex under police escort.<\/p>\n
Alone.<\/p>\n
I walked through my kitchen.<\/p>\n
Touched Ray\u2019s chair.<\/p>\n
Opened the cabinet where Amber once kept the yellow sticky note with my phone number.<\/p>\n
The basement smelled of dust and new concrete preparation.<\/p>\n
Next door, Amber\u2019s apartment felt abandoned.<\/p>\n
Maddie\u2019s little cup remained beside the sink.<\/p>\n
Bentley\u2019s school papers sat in a stack.<\/p>\n
A toy car under the couch.<\/p>\n
Life interrupted.<\/p>\n
Not ended.<\/p>\n
I entered the backyard.<\/p>\n
The tomatoes were indeed a disaster.<\/p>\n
I tied one vine to a stake.<\/p>\n
Then another.<\/p>\n
A car stopped out front.<\/p>\n
For one terrible second my body remembered fear before my mind recognized the vehicle.<\/p>\n
Doug.<\/p>\n
He came around back.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at the plants.<\/p>\n
\u201cBentley sent instructions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
We worked without talking.<\/p>\n
At sunset, Doug asked:<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you selling?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the duplex.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
His hands stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen don't.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't think certainty is coming.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat changed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAmber.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wants out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Bentley?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNeeds to learn leaving isn't abandonment.\u201d<\/p>\n
Doug considered that.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about you?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward Ray\u2019s window.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to learn the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
The next morning I called Nathan.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m selling.\u201d<\/p>\n
He was quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that your decision?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot provisional?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I can release Ray\u2019s final document.\u201d<\/p>\n
He arrived before noon.<\/p>\n
This envelope was smaller than the others.<\/p>\n
No dramatic thickness.<\/p>\n
No photograph.<\/p>\n
No key.<\/p>\n
Just a folded sheet.<\/p>\n
I opened it.<\/p>\n
Ray had written:<\/p>\n
If you're selling, good.<\/p>\n
I laughed so hard I had to stop reading.<\/p>\n
Doug grabbed the page.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ray continued:<\/p>\n
You stayed because this place became ours. Don't stay because you think leaving means losing me. I'm not in the walls.<\/p>\n
My vision blurred.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
Before you sell, check the porch post nearest the steps. I left something there years ago and forgot about it until now. It isn't evidence. Don't call the police unless you enjoy embarrassing yourself.<\/p>\n
Doug started laughing.<\/p>\n
Even Harris smiled.<\/p>\n
Bentley insisted on coming when we checked.<\/p>\n
Police cleared it.<\/p>\n
Doug removed the wooden cap from the porch post Ray had built.<\/p>\n
Inside was a glass jar.<\/p>\n
Coins.<\/p>\n
Ticket stubs.<\/p>\n
A photograph of Doug as a teenager.<\/p>\n
A dried flower.<\/p>\n
Our old wedding-anniversary card.<\/p>\n
And a folded list.<\/p>\n
THINGS WORTH KEEPING.<\/p>\n
Ray\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
Not documents.<\/p>\n
Moments.<\/p>\n
Arlene laughing at the lake.<\/p>\n
Doug\u2019s first car even though it was terrible.<\/p>\n
Samuel teaching me to fish.<\/p>\n
Bentley asking why tomatoes smell angry.<\/p>\n
Amber bringing soup when I was sick.<\/p>\n
Maddie asleep on my chest.<\/p>\n
At the bottom:<\/p>\n
People, mostly.<\/p>\n
Bentley read it twice.<\/p>\n
Then asked:<\/p>\n
\u201cCan we take the porch post?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
Doug laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe could.\u201d<\/p>\n
So we did.<\/p>\n
Or at least we planned to.<\/p>\n
And for the first time, selling the duplex did not feel like surrender.<\/p>\n
It felt like choosing what actually came with us.<\/p>\n
Identification took time. The remains had been buried for years. Investigators would not call them Robert Keene until forensic testing confirmed it. Harris repeated that twice. I appreciated the discipline. … <\/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-23783","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\/23783","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=23783"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23783\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23841,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23783\/revisions\/23841"}],"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=23783"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=23783"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=23783"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}