Brooke stared at the insurance application for almost a minute.<\/p>\n
No sarcasm.<\/p>\n
No anger.<\/p>\n
No practiced indifference.<\/p>\n
Just shock.<\/p>\n
"I didn't do this."<\/p>\n
Her attorney sat beside her.<\/p>\n
Mercer stood near the wall.<\/p>\n
Rachel and I sat opposite.<\/p>\n
"Your trust entity is beneficiary," I said.<\/p>\n
"I see that."<\/p>\n
"Your documents were used."<\/p>\n
"I see that too."<\/p>\n
"Your mother's address appears."<\/p>\n
"I can read, Miranda."<\/p>\n
There she was.<\/p>\n
But the irritation sounded frightened.<\/p>\n
"Did you know?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Did Daniel?"<\/p>\n
"I don't know."<\/p>\n
"Leonard?"<\/p>\n
"I don't know."<\/p>\n
"Rebecca?"<\/p>\n
Brooke hesitated.<\/p>\n
"I heard her mention insurance once."<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
"When?"<\/p>\n
"Summer."<\/p>\n
"What did she say?"<\/p>\n
"That Daniel wanted coverage."<\/p>\n
"On me?"<\/p>\n
"She didn't say."<\/p>\n
"What did you think?"<\/p>\n
"Key-person insurance."<\/p>\n
Holt Ridge already had legitimate business coverage.<\/p>\n
This application wasn't through the company.<\/p>\n
It was personal.<\/p>\n
"Who could benefit if I died?"<\/p>\n
"Hale Legacy."<\/p>\n
"Which Daniel told you belonged to you."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"But legally?"<\/p>\n
Brooke looked down.<\/p>\n
"Daniel controlled it."<\/p>\n
"So he benefits."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"Could he then claim my Holt Ridge interest?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Could he use my death to pressure the estate?"<\/p>\n
Her attorney shifted.<\/p>\n
Brooke answered.<\/p>\n
"Probably."<\/p>\n
Rachel nodded.<\/p>\n
Without me, disputed historical claims could become harder to contest.<\/p>\n
Not because Daniel would automatically own anything.<\/p>\n
Because the person with firsthand knowledge would be gone.<\/p>\n
"Was there ever a plan to hurt me?"<\/p>\n
Brooke looked at me.<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Think before answering."<\/p>\n
"I am."<\/p>\n
"Christmas Eve photo."<\/p>\n
"I took it."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"To prove you were home."<\/p>\n
"To who?"<\/p>\n
"Daniel."<\/p>\n
My skin prickled.<\/p>\n
"You sent him the picture."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
Dad had received it too.<\/p>\n
But Daniel had been the real audience.<\/p>\n
"What did he need proof for?"<\/p>\n
Brooke looked toward her attorney.<\/p>\n
He whispered something.<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
Then answered.<\/p>\n
"He wanted to know whether you were alone."<\/p>\n
The room changed.<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"He said he needed to get into the house."<\/p>\n
"The wall package."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"Did he intend to come Christmas Eve?"<\/p>\n
"I think so."<\/p>\n
"Did you stop him?"<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
"How?"<\/p>\n
"I told him you had cameras."<\/p>\n
"He eventually learned the system anyway."<\/p>\n
"Claire."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"Why take the photo yourself?"<\/p>\n
"Because he didn't believe me."<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
"So you stood outside my house on Christmas Eve to report whether I was alone."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"And then told him not to come."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
Brooke's jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
"Because I didn't trust him."<\/p>\n
"Not because you cared about me."<\/p>\n
She looked up.<\/p>\n
"I didn't say that."<\/p>\n
The answer irritated me because it contained exactly enough ambiguity to reach old instincts.<\/p>\n
I refused.<\/p>\n
"What was the final contingency?"<\/p>\n
She went still.<\/p>\n
Mercer watched.<\/p>\n
"You know what I mean."<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"The insurance. the house. the collapse plan. Mom and Dad's fake escape."<\/p>\n
Her face changed at the last one.<\/p>\n
"You found Belize."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
Brooke looked down.<\/p>\n
"I wasn't going to do that."<\/p>\n
"You prepared it."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"That's not the same as not doing it."<\/p>\n
"I know."<\/p>\n
"What happened if I refused Daniel's settlement?"<\/p>\n
"Company pressure."<\/p>\n
"If I survived that."<\/p>\n
"More allegations."<\/p>\n
"If those failed."<\/p>\n
She said nothing.<\/p>\n
"Brooke."<\/p>\n
Her attorney whispered again.<\/p>\n
She closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
"Daniel called it the clean exit."<\/p>\n
My skin went cold.<\/p>\n
"What was it?"<\/p>\n
"He would disappear."<\/p>\n
"He already tried."<\/p>\n
"Not himself."<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
"Who?"<\/p>\n
"You."<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
I didn't understand.<\/p>\n
"Explain."<\/p>\n
"He wanted to make it look like you left."<\/p>\n
"Left where?"<\/p>\n
"Country."<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
"Like Mom and Dad."<\/p>\n
"Similar."<\/p>\n
"Why insure me?"<\/p>\n
"That wasn't part of what he told me."<\/p>\n
"So his plan changed."<\/p>\n
"Maybe."<\/p>\n
"What did your version involve?"<\/p>\n
Brooke rubbed her wrists.<\/p>\n
"Documents showing you transferred control of Holt Ridge."<\/p>\n
"To Daniel."<\/p>\n
"To Hale Legacy."<\/p>\n
"Then?"<\/p>\n
"Financial records showing you moved money offshore."<\/p>\n
"Then?"<\/p>\n
"A letter."<\/p>\n
"Confession?"<\/p>\n
"Sort of."<\/p>\n
"Then?"<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
"Your car would be found."<\/p>\n
"Where?"<\/p>\n
"Airport."<\/p>\n
"And I would be where?"<\/p>\n
She didn't answer.<\/p>\n
The room became very quiet.<\/p>\n
"Brooke."<\/p>\n
"I don't know."<\/p>\n
"That's a lie."<\/p>\n
"I don't know exactly."<\/p>\n
"What did you think Daniel would do with me?"<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled.<\/p>\n
"I thought he'd scare you."<\/p>\n
I laughed once.<\/p>\n
The sound was ugly.<\/p>\n
"You prepared documents to make me disappear and thought he would scare me."<\/p>\n
"I wasn't part of that part."<\/p>\n
"What part were you part of?"<\/p>\n
"The documents."<\/p>\n
"That's part of it."<\/p>\n
"I know."<\/p>\n
"Did you ever agree he could physically harm me?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Did you know he might?"<\/p>\n
She looked away.<\/p>\n
There.<\/p>\n
That was the answer.<\/p>\n
Not agreement.<\/p>\n
Awareness.<\/p>\n
The kind of moral gap people create when they want consequences but don't want responsibility for how those consequences arrive.<\/p>\n
"You knew."<\/p>\n
"I knew Daniel was dangerous."<\/p>\n
"And kept helping."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
Her face twisted.<\/p>\n
"Because by then I couldn't get out."<\/p>\n
I thought of Leonard.<\/p>\n
Dad.<\/p>\n
Mom.<\/p>\n
Rebecca.<\/p>\n
Claire.<\/p>\n
Everyone said some version of the same thing.<\/p>\n
Couldn't get out.<\/p>\n
But exits had existed.<\/p>\n
They were merely expensive.<\/p>\n
"Did Rebecca know about the clean exit?"<\/p>\n
"Some."<\/p>\n
"Claire?"<\/p>\n
"Scheduling only."<\/p>\n
"Leonard?"<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"Price?"<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"Who created the life-insurance application?"<\/p>\n
"I don't know."<\/p>\n
Mercer pushed a pen across the table.<\/p>\n
"Write every person who could have."<\/p>\n
Brooke wrote four names.<\/p>\n
Daniel Hale.<\/p>\n
Daniel Price.<\/p>\n
Rebecca Shaw.<\/p>\n
Leonard Hart.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
Her pen hovered.<\/p>\n
She added a fifth.<\/p>\n
Mason Whitmore.<\/p>\n
"Why Mason?"<\/p>\n
"Daniel used him for insurance contacts."<\/p>\n
Mercer left the room to verify.<\/p>\n
I remained.<\/p>\n
Brooke looked at me.<\/p>\n
"You think I wanted you dead."<\/p>\n
"I think you spent years wanting me diminished."<\/p>\n
She flinched.<\/p>\n
"That's not the same."<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"I didn't want you dead."<\/p>\n
"I believe you."<\/p>\n
She looked surprised.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
"That doesn't make what you did small."<\/p>\n
Her eyes dropped.<\/p>\n
"I know."<\/p>\n
"You were willing to frighten me. destabilize my company. steal money. manipulate Mom and Dad. help create documents that could make me look criminal."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"And you knew the people around you were dangerous."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"That's enough responsibility."<\/p>\n
She nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
No argument.<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
Brooke said, "Miranda."<\/p>\n
I paused.<\/p>\n
"There's something Daniel doesn't know."<\/p>\n
"What?"<\/p>\n
"The clean exit package wasn't complete."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"I removed one page."<\/p>\n
"What page?"<\/p>\n
"Your supposed confession."<\/p>\n
"Where is it?"<\/p>\n
"I destroyed it."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
She swallowed.<\/p>\n
"Because it sounded like you."<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
"What?"<\/p>\n
"Daniel had Claire collect your emails. old letters. texts. He built the confession from your wording."<\/p>\n
I felt sick.<\/p>\n
"But there was one line."<\/p>\n
"What line?"<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
"It said you were sorry for hurting the family."<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
Brooke gave a weak, miserable smile.<\/p>\n
"You wouldn't write that."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"Not if you hadn't done something."<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
She knew me well enough to recognize the forgery.<\/p>\n
That fact did not comfort me.<\/p>\n
"What did you do?"<\/p>\n
"I took the page."<\/p>\n
"And?"<\/p>\n
"Burned it."<\/p>\n
"Daniel didn't notice?"<\/p>\n
"Rebecca replaced it with a blank placeholder."<\/p>\n
"So Rebecca helped."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"She was already scared."<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
Another compromised person doing one right thing after many wrong ones.<\/p>\n
"Anything else?"<\/p>\n
Brooke hesitated.<\/p>\n
"Daniel keeps originals of everything."<\/p>\n
"We found many."<\/p>\n
"Not the clean exit package."<\/p>\n
"Where?"<\/p>\n
"I don't know."<\/p>\n
"Think."<\/p>\n
"He kept it close after I took the confession."<\/p>\n
"Hospital?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Tennessee?"<\/p>\n
"Maybe."<\/p>\n
"Car?"<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
Then looked at me.<\/p>\n
"On him."<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
"What?"<\/p>\n
"He started carrying a drive."<\/p>\n
"Encrypted?"<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"Where?"<\/p>\n
"Neck chain."<\/p>\n
Mercer returned just in time to hear that.<\/p>\n
"When Daniel was detained after the house fire, did officers recover a necklace?"<\/p>\n
He checked inventory.<\/p>\n
No.<\/p>\n
Daniel had been physically taken down at my property before later hospital escape.<\/p>\n
His personal effects should have been cataloged.<\/p>\n
No drive.<\/p>\n
No chain.<\/p>\n
Meaning someone removed it before intake.<\/p>\n
Hospital staff?<\/p>\n
Officer?<\/p>\n
Ward?<\/p>\n
Another leak?<\/p>\n
Mercer called.<\/p>\n
Within an hour, investigators found security footage.<\/p>\n
Daniel arriving at the hospital after the house arrest.<\/p>\n
A paramedic leaned over him.<\/p>\n
Daniel's hand moved toward his collar.<\/p>\n
The paramedic removed something.<\/p>\n
Not medical procedure.<\/p>\n
Small object.<\/p>\n
Pocketed.<\/p>\n
Identity:<\/p>\n
Evan Price.<\/p>\n
I stared at the surname.<\/p>\n
"Daniel Price?"<\/p>\n
Mercer nodded grimly.<\/p>\n
"His son."<\/p>\n
Of course there was another family member.<\/p>\n
Evan Price, thirty-one.<\/p>\n
Licensed paramedic.<\/p>\n
No criminal record.<\/p>\n
Worked regional emergency services.<\/p>\n
He had been on the ambulance transporting Daniel Hale.<\/p>\n
"Did Daniel arrange it?"<\/p>\n
"Looks possible."<\/p>\n
"Where is Evan?"<\/p>\n
"Didn't report for shift."<\/p>\n
Another missing person.<\/p>\n
Search began.<\/p>\n
His apartment was empty.<\/p>\n
Phone off.<\/p>\n
Bank activity stopped.<\/p>\n
But his vehicle was located at a storage facility near Asheville.<\/p>\n
Inside the unit:<\/p>\n
Medical supplies.<\/p>\n
Cash.<\/p>\n
Three passports.<\/p>\n
A laptop.<\/p>\n
And the necklace.<\/p>\n
The drive was still attached.<\/p>\n
Maybe Evan couldn't decrypt it.<\/p>\n
Maybe he didn't know what he had.<\/p>\n
Maybe Daniel trusted people with tasks, never full information.<\/p>\n
Federal technicians opened the drive after using passwords recovered from Daniel's ledgers.<\/p>\n
The clean exit folder was there.<\/p>\n
Forged documents.<\/p>\n
Offshore accounts.<\/p>\n
Transfer agreements.<\/p>\n
My manufactured disappearance.<\/p>\n
No confession page.<\/p>\n
Brooke had told the truth.<\/p>\n
Then investigators found another folder.<\/p>\n
INSURANCE.<\/p>\n
The application.<\/p>\n
Emails.<\/p>\n
Instructions.<\/p>\n
Author:<\/p>\n
Daniel Hale.<\/p>\n
No ambiguity.<\/p>\n
Daniel had ordered the policy.<\/p>\n
Rebecca prepared preliminary information.<\/p>\n
Mason connected an insurance broker.<\/p>\n
The broker rejected the application when verification failed.<\/p>\n
But Daniel's email explained why he wanted it.<\/p>\n
Not as a plan to kill me.<\/p>\n
As leverage after a possible accidental or operational death.<\/p>\n
If M becomes casualty, HL recovers costs.<\/p>\n
I read the sentence twice.<\/p>\n
Casualty.<\/p>\n
Not daughter.<\/p>\n
Not niece.<\/p>\n
Not person.<\/p>\n
Cost recovery.<\/p>\n
Rachel's face hardened.<\/p>\n
"This doesn't prove planned murder."<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"It proves he anticipated you could die."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"And tried to profit if you did."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
There was another email.<\/p>\n
From Leonard.<\/p>\n
Absolutely not. No physical harm. If that is part of your plan, I'm out.<\/p>\n
Leonard had drawn a line.<\/p>\n
Late.<\/p>\n
After designing financial destruction.<\/p>\n
But a line.<\/p>\n
Daniel replied:<\/p>\n
Nobody said harm. Contingencies are business.<\/p>\n
The same language everyone used when they didn't want to name what they were doing.<\/p>\n
Then the technicians opened the final folder.<\/p>\n
NEXT.<\/p>\n
Inside was a schedule.<\/p>\n
Not old.<\/p>\n
Created two days before Christmas.<\/p>\n
Events through January.<\/p>\n
The attempted transfer.<\/p>\n
My parents' disappearance.<\/p>\n
Holt Ridge complaints.<\/p>\n
Settlement deadline.<\/p>\n
Asset acquisition.<\/p>\n
Clean exit.<\/p>\n
And at the bottom:<\/p>\n
February 14 \u2014 final consolidation.<\/p>\n
"What happens February fourteenth?" I asked.<\/p>\n
Rachel scanned the attached files.<\/p>\n
Her face changed.<\/p>\n
"What?"<\/p>\n
"Daniel planned to merge Hale Legacy, several shell entities, and acquired Holt Ridge assets into a new investment company."<\/p>\n
"Name?"<\/p>\n
She turned the screen.<\/p>\n
Hale Ridge Capital.<\/p>\n
My surname.<\/p>\n
My company's identity.<\/p>\n
Daniel intended to absorb both.<\/p>\n
Family and business.<\/p>\n
Rewrite the entire story so that everything looked as though it had always belonged together.<\/p>\n
Then Harper opened the incorporation draft.<\/p>\n
Chief executive:<\/p>\n
Miranda Hale.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
"I would never agree."<\/p>\n
"He didn't need you to run it," Rachel said.<\/p>\n
"He needed my name."<\/p>\n
There it was again.<\/p>\n
Legitimacy.<\/p>\n
Daniel never needed me dead if he could use me alive.<\/p>\n
He never needed ownership if he could manufacture consent.<\/p>\n
And suddenly the entire scheme became clearer.<\/p>\n
The life-insurance policy wasn't the final plan.<\/p>\n
The house wasn't the final plan.<\/p>\n
Even Holt Ridge wasn't the final plan.<\/p>\n
The final plan was identity.<\/p>\n
Mine.<\/p>\n
Brooke's.<\/p>\n
Mom's.<\/p>\n
Dad's.<\/p>\n
Companies.<\/p>\n
Accounts.<\/p>\n
Signatures.<\/p>\n
Daniel had spent decades treating identity as another asset he could borrow without permission.<\/p>\n
Now investigators had the drive proving it.<\/p>\n
For the first time, the evidence didn't merely show individual crimes.<\/p>\n
It showed the architecture.<\/p>\n
Rachel looked at me.<\/p>\n
"This may be enough."<\/p>\n
"For what?"<\/p>\n
"To separate Holt Ridge from Daniel's network legally."<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
"Completely?"<\/p>\n
"No lawyer should promise completely."<\/p>\n
"Of course."<\/p>\n
"But enough to show a systematic pattern of impersonation and concealed control."<\/p>\n
I looked through the conference-room glass.<\/p>\n
Employees working.<\/p>\n
Phones ringing.<\/p>\n
Projects continuing.<\/p>\n
Not untouched.<\/p>\n
Not magically restored.<\/p>\n
But alive.<\/p>\n
"Then do it."<\/p>\n
Rachel nodded.<\/p>\n
My phone buzzed.<\/p>\n
A message from Dad.<\/p>\n
Can we talk when you're ready?<\/p>\n
I stared at it.<\/p>\n
For years, he had decided when truth arrived.<\/p>\n
When explanations were offered.<\/p>\n
When I was expected to understand.<\/p>\n
I typed:<\/p>\n
Not yet.<\/p>\n
Then put the phone down.<\/p>\n
It felt strangely peaceful.<\/p>\n
Mercer entered a few minutes later.<\/p>\n
"We found Evan Price."<\/p>\n
"Alive?"<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"Daniel with him?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Does he know where Daniel is?"<\/p>\n
Mercer paused.<\/p>\n
"He says he does."<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
"Where?"<\/p>\n
"He claims Daniel isn't running anymore."<\/p>\n
"What does that mean?"<\/p>\n
"According to Evan, Daniel wants one last meeting."<\/p>\n
"With who?"<\/p>\n
Mercer looked at me.<\/p>\n
"You."<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Good."<\/p>\n
"But where is he?"<\/p>\n
Mercer placed a photograph on the table.<\/p>\n
A small cemetery.<\/p>\n
Family plot.<\/p>\n
One headstone circled.<\/p>\n
Daniel Hale.<\/p>\n
The grave from his staged death.<\/p>\n
"He wants to meet at his own grave?"<\/p>\n
"Apparently."<\/p>\n
I stared at the photograph.<\/p>\n
Of course he did.<\/p>\n
Even Daniel's final move had to be symbolic.<\/p>\n
Mercer continued.<\/p>\n
"Evan says Daniel has another copy of the ledger."<\/p>\n
"Then retrieve it."<\/p>\n
"He says Daniel will destroy it unless you come."<\/p>\n
"Then let him."<\/p>\n
Mercer raised an eyebrow.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
"We have the drive. Hawthorne originals. Claire's archive. Rebecca's files. Leonard. Brooke. Mason. Carol. Dad. Mom. Evan."<\/p>\n
Rachel nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
"He isn't the only person holding truth anymore."<\/p>\n
Exactly.<\/p>\n
Daniel's final leverage was the belief that whatever remained in his hand was indispensable.<\/p>\n
Maybe once it had been.<\/p>\n
Not anymore.<\/p>\n
"Tell him no."<\/p>\n
Mercer smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
"I was hoping you'd say that."<\/p>\n
He left.<\/p>\n
Twenty minutes later, Evan's phone received Daniel's response.<\/p>\n
Only four words.<\/p>\n
She'll come for Thomas.<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
I turned toward Mercer as he returned.<\/p>\n
"What does that mean?"<\/p>\n
His expression had changed.<\/p>\n
Dad wasn't answering his phone.<\/p>\n
Neither was his lawyer.<\/p>\n
Mom had received a message from Dad fifteen minutes earlier.<\/p>\n
Going to finish this.<\/p>\n
My blood went cold.<\/p>\n
Dad had done exactly what I told him not to do.<\/p>\n
One final secret attempt to solve Daniel himself.<\/p>\n
And according to traffic-camera footage, his car was already heading toward the cemetery where his brother had once been buried without ever being dead.<\/p>\n
Brooke stared at the insurance application for almost a minute. No sarcasm. No anger. No practiced indifference. Just shock. "I didn't do this." Her attorney sat beside her. Mercer stood … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":27222,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-27254","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\/27254","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=27254"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27254\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":27294,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27254\/revisions\/27294"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/27222"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=27254"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=27254"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=27254"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}