Jeremy did not speak.<\/p>\n
His hands dropped to his sides, useless and open.<\/p>\n
Lacey watched him with a sadness so old it seemed separate from the illness consuming her.<\/p>\n
I looked from one to the other.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me the baby was Jeremy\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI let everyone believe that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey\u2019s voice was thin but steady.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy finally managed the word.<\/p>\n
It came out rough.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would you do that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey turned her face toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I wanted it to be yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
He recoiled slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t answer me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
A nurse stepped into the room, checked the monitor, then quietly left.<\/p>\n
None of us moved until the door closed.<\/p>\n
Jeremy gripped the foot rail of the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose child was it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey looked toward the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cA man named Thomas.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had never heard the name.<\/p>\n
Jeremy clearly had.<\/p>\n
His jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas Grady?\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
Something ugly flashed across Jeremy\u2019s face.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me nothing happened with him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI lied.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word was barely audible.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore you and I completely ended.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy laughed once.<\/p>\n
It was a terrible sound.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo while you were accusing me of cheating with Jill\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were sleeping with Thomas?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOnce.\u201d<\/p>\n
His hands tightened around the rail.<\/p>\n
I had never seen Jeremy look at anyone with such wounded disbelief.<\/p>\n
Not even me.<\/p>\n
Lacey closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was angry. You were pulling away. Jill was calling. I knew you wanted her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt the accusation land despite the fact that Lacey was not aiming it at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you slept with him to punish me?\u201d Jeremy asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first, maybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was young.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo were we.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am not asking you to forgive that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy stepped away from the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let me believe I lost a child.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tears filled her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI did lose a child.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you let me believe it was mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor twenty-two years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy turned toward the window and pressed both hands to his head.<\/p>\n
Watching him, I suddenly understood something I had not seen clearly before.<\/p>\n
His decision to marry Lacey had never been only about cancer.<\/p>\n
It had been built on an ancient debt.<\/p>\n
He believed he had abandoned her while she was pregnant with his child.<\/p>\n
He believed she lost that child alone.<\/p>\n
He believed part of the life she suffered afterward could be traced back to his cowardice.<\/p>\n
And Lacey had known.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you tell him the truth before the second marriage?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou married me knowing the guilt I carried was based on a lie?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey winced.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt anger rise again.<\/p>\n
Not because I wanted to defend Jeremy.<\/p>\n
Because suddenly I could see how thoroughly all three of us had spent decades reacting to distorted versions of the past.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy tell us now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you asked for every truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her gaze shifted back to Jeremy.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd because I\u2019m out of time.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had three years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree years of me driving here every week.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree years of me helping with treatments, paperwork, bills.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let me do all that thinking I owed you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey\u2019s voice broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did owe me some things, Jeremy.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot a dead child that wasn\u2019t mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room fell silent again.<\/p>\n
I wanted to give them privacy.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered privacy was how we had arrived here.<\/p>\n
I remained beside the door.<\/p>\n
Jeremy paced once across the room.<\/p>\n
Then again.<\/p>\n
Finally he turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Thomas know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes he know now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs he alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I watched Jeremy absorb the answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGeorgia, I think.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven\u2019t spoken to him in twenty years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cConvenient.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
Her breathing had grown more labored.<\/p>\n
I moved toward the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis can wait.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sharpness surprised us both.<\/p>\n
He lowered his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. It waited twenty-two years already.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey opened her eyes again.<\/p>\n
He returned to the bedside.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did you tell me you were pregnant?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I thought you would come back.\u201d<\/p>\n
The honesty landed hard.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou wanted to trap me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted you to choose me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd when I didn\u2019t?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI left.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy looked toward me.<\/p>\n
I remembered those weeks differently now.<\/p>\n
Lacey disappearing.<\/p>\n
Jeremy becoming withdrawn.<\/p>\n
Our relationship turning suddenly serious.<\/p>\n
I had mistaken his heaviness for guilt over hurting a girlfriend.<\/p>\n
It had been grief for a child he believed he had abandoned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should have told me,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Jeremy looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had no right to build our marriage around a secret that big.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought if I told you, you\u2019d think I regretted choosing you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you should have trusted me with the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked down.<\/p>\n
That sentence seemed to reach him.<\/p>\n
Trust had become the theme of every mistake in the room.<\/p>\n
Lacey mistrusted Jeremy and lied about the pregnancy.<\/p>\n
Jeremy mistrusted me and hid Lacey.<\/p>\n
I had spent twenty-two years mistrusting my own place in the marriage while never admitting how deeply the past still bothered me.<\/p>\n
Each of us had called silence protection.<\/p>\n
Each silence had become poison.<\/p>\n
Lacey reached toward the glass of water beside her bed.<\/p>\n
Her hand shook.<\/p>\n
I picked it up and held the straw for her.<\/p>\n
She drank.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The simple courtesy felt strange between us.<\/p>\n
When I put the glass down, she said, \u201cThere\u2019s something in the drawer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy tensed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey ignored the bitterness.<\/p>\n
\u201cJill, please.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened the bedside drawer.<\/p>\n
Inside was a leather notebook secured with an elastic band.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I handed it to her.<\/p>\n
She rested it against her blanket.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy journal.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes found mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s for Jill.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you\u2019ll need to decide what truth means after I\u2019m gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds dramatic.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m dying. I\u2019m allowed one dramatic sentence.\u201d<\/p>\n
To my surprise, I laughed.<\/p>\n
Lacey did too.<\/p>\n
Jeremy did not.<\/p>\n
She held the notebook toward me.<\/p>\n
I took it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s in here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything I remember. Treatment dates. Legal meetings. Conversations with Jeremy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy\u2019s face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou wrote those down?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause medicine made my memory unreliable.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd because I knew someday someone might need to understand what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone meaning me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned the journal over.<\/p>\n
The cover was worn at the corners.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much did Jeremy know about your will?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAll of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about leaving the estate to me?\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes lifted.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you agreed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe hated it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he knew exactly how it would look.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy finally spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told her to leave the money to charity.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy me?\u201d I asked again.<\/p>\n
Lacey\u2019s expression became serious.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Nashville property was originally my mother\u2019s house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe bought it after I moved there.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe used money from my grandfather.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat still doesn\u2019t explain me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey took a slow breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut after my mother died, I found letters.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat letters?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBetween her and your mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
I froze.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy looked equally surprised.<\/p>\n
Lacey nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey knew each other years before we did.\u201d<\/p>\n
I moved closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChurch.\u201d<\/p>\n
That made sense.<\/p>\n
Our mothers had both grown up within fifty miles of Nashville.<\/p>\n
But I had never heard my mother mention Lacey\u2019s family.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did the letters say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey tapped the journal.<\/p>\n
\u201cSome copies are inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the notebook.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does this have to do with the house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother borrowed money from yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was impossible.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother barely had money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLater she didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey\u2019s voice softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut before your father\u2019s business failed, they were doing well.\u201d<\/p>\n
Memories surfaced.<\/p>\n
A bigger house when I was very young.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s hardware store.<\/p>\n
Then bankruptcy.<\/p>\n
A move.<\/p>\n
Years of my mother stretching every dollar.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlmost forty thousand dollars in 1989.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mouth opened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was a fortune then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat for?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe down payment on the Nashville property.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room seemed to shift again.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd she never paid her back?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot fully.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of my mother dying seven years earlier.<\/p>\n
She had never mentioned any debt.<\/p>\n
Lacey continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother kept records. Payments stopped after your father\u2019s business collapsed. Your mother wrote that she considered the rest forgiven.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo it was forgiven.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen the house has nothing to do with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLegally, no.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why leave it to me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey\u2019s expression softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause that house gave my mother security for the rest of her life.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the notebook in my hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you think my mother helped make that possible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
The story had expanded beyond the three of us.<\/p>\n
Old decisions layered under newer ones.<\/p>\n
Money passed between women before their children met.<\/p>\n
Debts forgiven.<\/p>\n
Secrets kept.<\/p>\n
Lives intersecting without our knowledge.<\/p>\n
Jeremy leaned against the wall.<\/p>\n
\u201cLacey never told me this part.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI found the letters six months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled weakly.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently secrets are contagious.\u201d<\/p>\n
Even Jeremy gave a short, pained laugh.<\/p>\n
Then Lacey coughed.<\/p>\n
Once.<\/p>\n
Twice.<\/p>\n
The third cough turned violent.<\/p>\n
Jeremy was beside her immediately.<\/p>\n
I reached for the call button.<\/p>\n
A nurse entered within seconds.<\/p>\n
We were pushed gently toward the door while they adjusted oxygen.<\/p>\n
Jeremy stood in the hallway.<\/p>\n
His face had gone gray.<\/p>\n
I held Lacey\u2019s journal against my chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s getting worse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long has she really had?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey told us weeks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLast week.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe less.\u201d<\/p>\n
He rubbed his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t think it would happen this fast.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time since finding the marriage certificate, I saw Jeremy without the defense of explanations.<\/p>\n
He looked terrified.<\/p>\n
I hated what he had done.<\/p>\n
But I knew that terror.<\/p>\n
I had watched my mother die.<\/p>\n
There is a particular helplessness in standing outside a hospital room while strangers keep someone alive.<\/p>\n
It strips away anger for a moment.<\/p>\n
Not permanently.<\/p>\n
Just long enough to reveal grief underneath.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s going to die,\u201d Jeremy said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought I had more time to fix this.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t fix it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I mean none of it. You can\u2019t repair her cancer. You can\u2019t undo marrying her. You can\u2019t undo lying to me. You can\u2019t change twenty-two years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what am I supposed to do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell the truth while there\u2019s still time.\u201d<\/p>\n
The nurse stepped out.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can go back in.\u201d<\/p>\n
We entered.<\/p>\n
Lacey looked exhausted.<\/p>\n
Her oxygen had been increased.<\/p>\n
The journal remained in my hands.<\/p>\n
She noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cRead it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSoon.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will.\u201d<\/p>\n
She reached toward Jeremy.<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then took her hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
His jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor which part?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAll of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy looked toward the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what I feel right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey\u2019s eyes closed.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I needed you to know the baby wasn\u2019t yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded once.<\/p>\n
Tears slipped down his face.<\/p>\n
I turned away to give him that much privacy.<\/p>\n
After a while, Lacey fell asleep.<\/p>\n
Jeremy and I left quietly.<\/p>\n
In the hallway, he said, \u201cI\u2019m going to stay here tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI assumed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you going home?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked uncertain.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want me to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
I tucked the journal into my purse.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to read.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy stared at the bag.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are things in there about me you won\u2019t like.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI already know that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are things about Lacey too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd about you.\u201d<\/p>\n
That stopped me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know all of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you know some.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded reluctantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLacey spent years blaming you for more than losing me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else could she possibly blame me for?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy looked toward Room 714.<\/p>\n
\u201cRead the journal.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hated the answer.<\/p>\n
But I had asked for every truth.<\/p>\n
I walked toward the elevator.<\/p>\n
Before the doors closed, Jeremy said my name.<\/p>\n
I looked back.<\/p>\n
\u201cI do love you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I held his gaze.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat stopped being the question.\u201d<\/p>\n
The doors closed.<\/p>\n
At home, the house felt wrong without him.<\/p>\n
I made coffee at nine at night and sat at the kitchen table with Lacey\u2019s journal.<\/p>\n
For several minutes, I simply looked at it.<\/p>\n
Then I removed the elastic band.<\/p>\n
A folded envelope slipped out.<\/p>\n
Across the front was my mother\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
I knew it instantly.<\/p>\n
To Eleanor Burcham.<\/p>\n
Lacey\u2019s mother.<\/p>\n
The postmark was 1990.<\/p>\n
I unfolded the photocopied letter.<\/p>\n
Halfway down the page, I found my own name.<\/p>\n
Jill is still little enough not to understand how quickly a family can lose everything.<\/p>\n
Then another sentence.<\/p>\n
If we cannot recover financially, please never let her know I gave you the money. I would rather she believe we lost it through bad luck than grow up thinking someone owes her for our hardship.<\/p>\n
I stopped reading.<\/p>\n
My mother had willingly protected Lacey\u2019s family from a debt while ours collapsed.<\/p>\n
And somehow, more than thirty years later, Lacey had decided that debt belonged to me.<\/p>\n
I turned the page.<\/p>\n
The next journal entry was dated six months earlier.<\/p>\n
Today I learned Jill\u2019s mother helped buy the house. Jeremy has no idea. The cruel joke is that the woman I blamed for taking my future may have inherited none of the generosity her own mother gave mine.<\/p>\n
Below that, Lacey had written one final line.<\/p>\n
If I survive long enough, I need to tell Jill what her mother did\u2014and what I did because I hated her.<\/p>\n
I read the sentence twice.<\/p>\n
What I did because I hated her.<\/p>\n
The words sat on the page like a warning.<\/p>\n
I turned to the next entry.<\/p>\n
And finally learned that Lacey\u2019s anger toward me had not remained a private grudge after she left twenty-two years ago.<\/p>\n
She had acted on it.<\/p>\n
Jeremy did not speak. His hands dropped to his sides, useless and open. Lacey watched him with a sadness so old it seemed separate from the illness consuming her. I … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":25704,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-25712","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\/25712","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=25712"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25712\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25781,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25712\/revisions\/25781"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/25704"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=25712"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=25712"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=25712"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}