The box was cardboard.<\/p>\n
Ordinary.<\/p>\n
No lock.<\/p>\n
No legal seal.<\/p>\n
No dramatic handwriting.<\/p>\n
Just one word in Mom\u2019s neat script.<\/p>\n
CLARE.<\/p>\n
Helen placed it on Dad\u2019s old desk at Hail & Morrow.<\/p>\n
\u201cI found it behind Tom\u2019s files.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy was it here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you open it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark stood near the doorway.<\/p>\n
He had called me as soon as Helen found it.<\/p>\n
He did not touch the box.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want me to leave?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
I looked at Mom\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
No hurt performance.<\/p>\n
No hesitation.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll be in front.\u201d<\/p>\n
Helen started to leave too.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can stay,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
She sat.<\/p>\n
I opened the box.<\/p>\n
Inside were letters.<\/p>\n
Dozens.<\/p>\n
Most were addressed to me.<\/p>\n
None had been mailed.<\/p>\n
The earliest was dated when I was six.<\/p>\n
The year Mom left Dad.<\/p>\n
I unfolded it.<\/p>\n
Dear Clare,<\/p>\n
You are asleep at Aunt Ruth\u2019s and believe we are having an adventure.<\/p>\n
I smiled through sudden tears.<\/p>\n
Mom wrote that adults sometimes protected children by simplifying things.<\/p>\n
But simplification could become dishonesty if continued too long.<\/p>\n
She did not know when I would read the letter.<\/p>\n
Maybe never.<\/p>\n
She wanted a record anyway.<\/p>\n
Your father made a serious mistake.<\/p>\n
He used money that was mine without asking me honestly.<\/p>\n
He says he did it for our family.<\/p>\n
I believe he believes that.<\/p>\n
That does not make the decision his to make.<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s voice was different from Dad\u2019s.<\/p>\n
Less humorous.<\/p>\n
Sharper.<\/p>\n
But the principle was the same.<\/p>\n
She wrote that Dad loved me.<\/p>\n
Loved her.<\/p>\n
Was terrified of failing.<\/p>\n
And had used that fear to justify taking control over something that did not belong solely to him.<\/p>\n
I glanced toward the front room where Mark worked.<\/p>\n
History was almost painfully repetitive.<\/p>\n
The next letter was dated two weeks later.<\/p>\n
Dad had apologized repeatedly.<\/p>\n
Mom wrote:<\/p>\n
He keeps asking what he can do so I will come home.<\/p>\n
I keep telling him he is asking the wrong question.<\/p>\n
He should decide what kind of husband he wants to be even if I never return.<\/p>\n
The same lesson Dad later gave Mark.<\/p>\n
I read another.<\/p>\n
Mom described counseling.<\/p>\n
Dad hated it.<\/p>\n
That made me laugh.<\/p>\n
Apparently men in my family had been hating useful therapy for generations.<\/p>\n
Mom wrote that Dad kept trying to produce solutions.<\/p>\n
Budgets.<\/p>\n
Schedules.<\/p>\n
Repayment plans.<\/p>\n
She told him those things were necessary.<\/p>\n
But none answered the real question.<\/p>\n
Can I disagree with Walter without him deciding my disagreement is a problem to solve?<\/p>\n
I stopped reading.<\/p>\n
That sentence felt written for me.<\/p>\n
Not because Dad had behaved that way throughout their marriage.<\/p>\n
Because Mark had.<\/p>\n
I read for more than two hours.<\/p>\n
The letters followed my parents through repair.<\/p>\n
Mom returned.<\/p>\n
Left again.<\/p>\n
Returned permanently.<\/p>\n
Not because Dad completed a checklist.<\/p>\n
Because, she wrote, she eventually noticed that he had begun making different choices when nobody was watching.<\/p>\n
He told her about a small debt before solving it.<\/p>\n
Admitted a business mistake before she discovered it.<\/p>\n
Asked whether she wanted advice instead of giving it automatically.<\/p>\n
Accepted when she said no.<\/p>\n
Ordinary things.<\/p>\n
Mom wrote:<\/p>\n
Grand gestures are easy for Walter. Tuesday is harder.<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
Helen smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Near the middle of the box, the letters skipped forward several years.<\/p>\n
I was twelve.<\/p>\n
Then sixteen.<\/p>\n
Then twenty-two.<\/p>\n
Mom had apparently continued writing whenever marriage or family made her think about what she wanted me to know.<\/p>\n
One letter came from the week before my wedding.<\/p>\n
Dear Clare,<\/p>\n
I almost gave you all these letters today.<\/p>\n
My breath caught.<\/p>\n
Mom had considered telling me.<\/p>\n
She wrote that she decided against it because she did not want her marriage to become a warning placed over mine.<\/p>\n
Mark was not Dad.<\/p>\n
I was not Mom.<\/p>\n
She refused to make me enter marriage expecting repetition.<\/p>\n
But she wrote one thing she hoped I would remember.<\/p>\n
Marriage is not a transfer of ownership.<\/p>\n
Not of money.<\/p>\n
Not of time.<\/p>\n
Not of friendships.<\/p>\n
Not of ambition.<\/p>\n
Not of judgment.<\/p>\n
You can build a life together without either person becoming smaller.<\/p>\n
I pressed the page against my chest.<\/p>\n
Mom had died sixteen years ago.<\/p>\n
I had forgotten the exact sound of her voice.<\/p>\n
But there she was.<\/p>\n
Precise.<\/p>\n
Unsparing.<\/p>\n
Loving.<\/p>\n
The final letters were written during her illness.<\/p>\n
Those were harder.<\/p>\n
She knew she was dying.<\/p>\n
She wrote about Dad caring for her.<\/p>\n
Badly at first.<\/p>\n
He tried to control medication schedules, visitors, meals, doctors.<\/p>\n
Of course he did.<\/p>\n
Mom wrote:<\/p>\n
I finally told him dying does not revoke my adulthood.<\/p>\n
I laughed and cried at once.<\/p>\n
Dad apparently apologized.<\/p>\n
Then asked what she wanted.<\/p>\n
She wanted to remain home as long as possible.<\/p>\n
He made that happen.<\/p>\n
Not because he decided it was best.<\/p>\n
Because she asked.<\/p>\n
The distinction mattered to her until the end.<\/p>\n
The last letter had my name underlined.<\/p>\n
Clare,<\/p>\n
If you ever read all this, do not use my life as a map.<\/p>\n
Use it as evidence that maps are dangerous when they belong to someone else.<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing for a moment.<\/p>\n
Mom wrote that she had stayed with Dad.<\/p>\n
That choice was right for her.<\/p>\n
She knew women who left marriages after smaller betrayals and were right too.<\/p>\n
She knew people who stayed for reasons she considered wrong.<\/p>\n
But those were still their decisions.<\/p>\n
She wrote:<\/p>\n
Do not ask what I would do.<\/p>\n
Do not ask what your father would want.<\/p>\n
Ask what allows you to remain fully yourself.<\/p>\n
I lowered the letter.<\/p>\n
Helen was crying now too.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat woman could write.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe could argue better.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
At the bottom of the box was one final envelope.<\/p>\n
Not addressed to me.<\/p>\n
Walter.<\/p>\n
I hesitated.<\/p>\n
Helen said nothing.<\/p>\n
Mom was dead.<\/p>\n
Dad was dead.<\/p>\n
The envelope was sealed.<\/p>\n
I did not open it.<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
A month ago, I would have believed every hidden document contained information I needed.<\/p>\n
Now I understood that some things belonged to other people even after those people were gone.<\/p>\n
I put it back.<\/p>\n
Helen nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t want to know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course I do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause wanting to know doesn\u2019t make it mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvelyn would like that.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed the box.<\/p>\n
Mark was replacing filters in the front stockroom when I came out.<\/p>\n
His work shirt had a grease mark near the shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow bad?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot bad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want to talk?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
I almost walked away.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s something I want to ask you.\u201d<\/p>\n
He put down the box he was carrying.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did you stop thinking I would come home automatically?\u201d<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
He leaned against the shelf.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe night you found the emails.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I realized the financial lies weren\u2019t the only reason you left.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven\u2019t left.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He corrected himself.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe reason you moved out.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought if I fixed the money, you\u2019d come home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you found Emma.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBoston.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Jason.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI realized there wasn\u2019t a repayment schedule for that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo what did you think?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat maybe I had already ended the marriage and neither of us knew it yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
The honesty hurt.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you still think that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer came immediately.<\/p>\n
Then he added, \u201cBut that\u2019s not enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want a marriage where you don\u2019t have to become suspicious to be heard.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
He continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd where I don\u2019t need to be useful every minute to believe I matter.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was new.<\/p>\n
Not just a description of what he had done to me.<\/p>\n
Something about what he had done to himself.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you like your life now?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI work sixty hours a week.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn\u2019t the question.\u201d<\/p>\n
He thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cParts of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich parts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI like my new job.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI like this place.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked around Hail & Morrow.<\/p>\n
\u201cI like therapy more than I admit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll tell your therapist.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI like not knowing where every dollar everyone in my family spends is going.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds specific.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom bought a couch.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou survived?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBarely.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she ask your opinion?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTragic.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe sent me a picture afterward.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s ugly.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed harder.<\/p>\n
Mark smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut she likes it.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
A whole philosophy inside an ugly couch.<\/p>\n
Diane chose.<\/p>\n
Mark disliked.<\/p>\n
Nothing needed fixing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about us?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
His smile faded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t like not knowing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I\u2019m starting to understand that not knowing is the cost of you actually deciding.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down.<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s letter seemed to exist between us.<\/p>\n
Ask what allows you to remain fully yourself.<\/p>\n
I had been waiting for certainty.<\/p>\n
Certainty that Mark had changed.<\/p>\n
Certainty that I could trust him.<\/p>\n
Certainty that coming home would not recreate everything.<\/p>\n
Maybe that was another impossible finish line.<\/p>\n
Mark could not prove the future.<\/p>\n
Neither could I.<\/p>\n
All I had were choices made repeatedly in the present.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to try counseling.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cTogether?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
I lifted a hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t turn this into more than it is.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means counseling.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot coming home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot forgiveness.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot a guarantee.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo guarantee.\u201d<\/p>\n
I exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to find out whether there\u2019s still a marriage here that I would choose if Dad\u2019s money didn\u2019t exist.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds fair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if we do this, the trust stays separate.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPermanently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy inheritance never becomes the solution to your debts.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOr Diane\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOr Melissa\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOr the children\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if you disagree?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot everyone else first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot after creating momentum.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo momentum.\u201d<\/p>\n
Despite myself, I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like a terrible campaign slogan.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
I became serious again.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re allowed to want things from me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re allowed to be disappointed when I say no.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re allowed to tell me I\u2019m wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI definitely know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you don\u2019t get to decide that disagreement means I\u2019m uninformed.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cUnderstood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I need to change things too.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cClare\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cI let you handle too much because it was easier.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t make what I did your fault.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t say it did.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI avoided financial conversations when they made me uncomfortable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI liked having you be the person who knew what to do.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd sometimes I used your confidence as an excuse not to form my own opinion.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not the same.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut it matters if we rebuild.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want to become hypervigilant and call it independence.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark was quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds exhausting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
\u201cTherapy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n
We scheduled our first counseling session for the following Wednesday.<\/p>\n
I drove back to Dad\u2019s house with Mom\u2019s box in the passenger seat.<\/p>\n
At a red light, I placed my hand on the lid.<\/p>\n
For weeks, I had believed Dad\u2019s estate was a story about money.<\/p>\n
Then about Mark\u2019s lies.<\/p>\n
Then control.<\/p>\n
Then consequences.<\/p>\n
Now I understood why Dad had structured everything the way he did.<\/p>\n
He had not left me instructions for whether to remain married.<\/p>\n
He had done something harder.<\/p>\n
He had removed as many financial pressures as he could so that money would not make the decision for me.<\/p>\n
At Dad\u2019s house, I carried Mom\u2019s letters upstairs.<\/p>\n
I placed them beside her ring.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed something beneath the velvet box.<\/p>\n
A folded sheet of paper.<\/p>\n
I had moved that box dozens of times.<\/p>\n
The paper had been taped beneath it.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
My name.<\/p>\n
I unfolded it.<\/p>\n
Only six lines.<\/p>\n
Clare\u2014<\/p>\n
Your mother told me never to make our marriage your map.<\/p>\n
I almost forgot.<\/p>\n
If Mark changes, you owe him nothing.<\/p>\n
If he does not change, you owe him nothing.<\/p>\n
Love him if you love him.<\/p>\n
Leave if you need to leave.<\/p>\n
But whatever you do, make sure it is yours.<\/p>\n
I sat on the edge of Dad\u2019s bed.<\/p>\n
For the first time since he died, I did not feel as though he were asking me to discover anything else.<\/p>\n
No account.<\/p>\n
No company.<\/p>\n
No test.<\/p>\n
No hidden debt.<\/p>\n
Just permission to stop searching for his answer.<\/p>\n
My phone rang downstairs.<\/p>\n
Samuel.<\/p>\n
I almost ignored it.<\/p>\n
Then answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease tell me you didn\u2019t find another trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnother property?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnother box?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat depends how literally you mean box.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe bank completed its final inventory.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is one additional item in Walter\u2019s main safety-deposit record.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat item?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA sealed packet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Dad\u2019s note in my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom died sixteen years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why was Dad still holding something for her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I open it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is the problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat problem?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe packet contains instructions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat instructions?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cWalter wrote that it should be opened only if you decided to try saving your marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
Dad had somehow anticipated even this.<\/p>\n
And whatever he had sealed for my mother sixteen years after her death was now waiting for me.<\/p>\n
The box was cardboard. Ordinary. No lock. No legal seal. No dramatic handwriting. Just one word in Mom\u2019s neat script. CLARE. Helen placed it on Dad\u2019s old desk at Hail … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":28385,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-28415","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\/28415","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=28415"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28415\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":28495,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28415\/revisions\/28495"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/28385"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=28415"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=28415"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=28415"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}