For nearly a minute, I did nothing but stare at the handwriting.<\/p>\n
Cars were not passing.<\/p>\n
Wind stirred the wet weeds beside the drainage ditch, and somewhere behind the gas station an air-conditioning unit rattled unevenly. The ordinary sounds made what Eric had done feel even stranger. There should have been witnesses. There should have been someone to say, You cannot leave your mother beside a road after your father's funeral.<\/p>\n
Instead there was only me, the envelope, and the fading sound of his engine.<\/p>\n
I carried it toward the station.<\/p>\n
Each step felt wrong in my funeral shoes. Gravel slipped beneath the soles, and by the time I reached the concrete walkway, the hem of my dress had picked up small brown spots from the wet shoulder.<\/p>\n
A bell chimed when I pushed through the glass door.<\/p>\n
The man behind the counter looked up from a newspaper.<\/p>\n
He was perhaps sixty, with silver hair at his temples and a plaid shirt stretched across his stomach.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou all right, ma'am?\u201d<\/p>\n
My first instinct was to say yes.<\/p>\n
I had been saying yes for months.<\/p>\n
Yes, I was managing Thomas's medication.<\/p>\n
Yes, I was sleeping.<\/p>\n
Yes, Eric was coping.<\/p>\n
Yes, the company would be all right.<\/p>\n
Yes, we had everything under control.<\/p>\n
The word rose automatically and stopped behind my teeth.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
The man's newspaper lowered.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy son left me outside.\u201d<\/p>\n
He glanced toward the windows.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe coming back?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe says he is.\u201d<\/p>\n
Even to me, it sounded absurdly hopeful.<\/p>\n
The man pushed a small wooden chair toward the end of the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can sit there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat.<\/p>\n
My hands shook when I placed the envelope on the counter.<\/p>\n
It was heavier than ordinary correspondence.<\/p>\n
The flap had been sealed with tape, not merely adhesive.<\/p>\n
Rebecca had prepared it herself.<\/p>\n
Three weeks earlier, after her private meeting with Thomas, she had come downstairs carrying two envelopes. One went into her briefcase. The other she gave to Thomas.<\/p>\n
He had kept it in the drawer beside his bed.<\/p>\n
On the morning of the funeral, while I was fastening the pearl earrings he had given me for our thirtieth anniversary, I found it lying on top of my handbag.<\/p>\n
I remembered picking it up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy is this here?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas was gone by then.<\/p>\n
There was no one to answer.<\/p>\n
Rebecca called before the service and told me simply, \u201cTake it with you. Thomas wanted you to have it today.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had assumed it contained instructions for after the funeral.<\/p>\n
Perhaps account numbers.<\/p>\n
Perhaps a personal letter.<\/p>\n
I had been too numb to open it.<\/p>\n
Now the instruction on the front made my skin cold.<\/p>\n
OPEN ONLY IF ERIC TRIES TO TAKE CONTROL.<\/p>\n
Not if there is a disagreement.<\/p>\n
Not if Eric becomes upset.<\/p>\n
Not if questions arise.<\/p>\n
If Eric tries to take control.<\/p>\n
Thomas had anticipated this.<\/p>\n
That realization hurt differently from Eric's betrayal.<\/p>\n
Thomas had seen something I had refused to see.<\/p>\n
I slid one finger under the taped flap.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
The man behind the counter pretended to be reading again, giving me the privacy of someone who understood that looking away could be kindness.<\/p>\n
I tore the envelope open.<\/p>\n
Inside were four folded pages and a smaller sealed note.<\/p>\n
The smaller envelope bore Thomas's handwriting.<\/p>\n
Ellie.<\/p>\n
Only Thomas called me that.<\/p>\n
I touched the letters before opening it.<\/p>\n
The paper inside had been written in stages. I could tell from the pressure of the pen. The first lines were steady. The last sloped downward.<\/p>\n
Ellie,<\/p>\n
If you are reading this because Eric is grieving, be patient with him.<\/p>\n
If you are reading it because he is trying to claim what he has not yet earned, do not give him anything simply to keep peace.<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
My vision blurred.<\/p>\n
I pressed my fingertips against my eyelids until the burning passed.<\/p>\n
The note continued.<\/p>\n
You have spent most of our marriage making difficult things look easy. Eric learned the wrong lesson from that. He thinks the company appeared because I worked hard. He does not understand how many times your work kept mine from failing.<\/p>\n
That was partly my fault.<\/p>\n
I read the sentence twice.<\/p>\n
A laugh escaped me, small and broken.<\/p>\n
Even dying, Thomas could apologize with the efficiency of a man correcting an invoice.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
There are arrangements Rebecca will explain. Trust her.<\/p>\n
Do not let Eric rush you.<\/p>\n
Do not sign anything he brings you.<\/p>\n
Do not surrender the house keys because he says I promised him the house.<\/p>\n
I lowered the page.<\/p>\n
The station seemed to tilt.<\/p>\n
Thomas knew.<\/p>\n
He had specifically anticipated the keys.<\/p>\n
I looked toward the road as if Eric might suddenly reappear and explain how my dead husband had predicted a conversation that had happened almost word for word.<\/p>\n
The clerk set a paper cup of water beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo charge,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I drank.<\/p>\n
Then I unfolded the first of the larger pages.<\/p>\n
It was not a will.<\/p>\n
At the top was Rebecca's letterhead and a short summary of emergency instructions.<\/p>\n
If Eric attempted to enter the company asserting ownership, I was to call Mara Benton, our office manager.<\/p>\n
If he attempted to remove records, access accounts, change locks, direct employees or represent himself as controlling owner, Mara had been instructed not to comply without confirmation from Rebecca.<\/p>\n
Another paragraph concerned the house.<\/p>\n
I read it too quickly.<\/p>\n
Then again, slower.<\/p>\n
The property at 18 Willow Lane was protected from unilateral transfer.<\/p>\n
Protected.<\/p>\n
The legal language became denser after that.<\/p>\n
I understood enough to know Thomas had done something formal.<\/p>\n
Something Eric did not know about.<\/p>\n
My heartbeat steadied.<\/p>\n
Not because I understood everything.<\/p>\n
Because I finally had an instruction.<\/p>\n
Call Mara.<\/p>\n
I reached automatically for my phone.<\/p>\n
My hand closed on nothing.<\/p>\n
Eric had taken it.<\/p>\n
\u201cSir?\u201d<\/p>\n
The clerk looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould I use your telephone?\u201d<\/p>\n
He pointed toward an old cordless handset near the register.<\/p>\n
\u201cLocal call?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGo ahead.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew Mara's number from memory.<\/p>\n
For eighteen years, she had been the person we called when a driver broke down, a client threatened to leave or Thomas forgot where he had put a contract.<\/p>\n
She answered on the fourth ring.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMara.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
Then, \u201cEleanor?\u201d<\/p>\n
The relief in her voice frightened me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt a gas station.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEric left me here.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean, left you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe took my phone and my house keys. He said he was going to the company.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mara inhaled sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe's already here.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood so quickly the wooden chair scraped against the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe arrived about ten minutes ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs he inside?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe has a warehouse key.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
My key.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is he doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told everyone to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
My fingers tightened around the telephone.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid they?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMost people had already gone after the funeral. Luis and Ben were here checking tomorrow's dispatch. I sent them home because Eric was making a scene.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of scene?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe says he's taking charge immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence should have surprised me.<\/p>\n
It did not.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat Thomas wanted him to run the company and that everything is transferring to him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not give him anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn't planning to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot keys. Not records. Not passwords.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEleanor, he has Thomas's office open.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Of course he did.<\/p>\n
He had taken the warehouse key from me, but Thomas's office key was kept in the manager cabinet.<\/p>\n
\u201cMara, listen carefully. Is he removing anything?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know. He shut the door.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOpen it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe locked it from the inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
Thomas's desk contained old contracts, photographs, insurance records and copies of business agreements. Rebecca had taken the most important originals three weeks earlier.<\/p>\n
At least I thought she had.<\/p>\n
\u201cMara, there's an envelope on your side of the reception desk.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat envelope?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLook underneath the bottom drawer. Thomas taped it there.\u201d<\/p>\n
The instruction was on Rebecca's first page.<\/p>\n
I heard Mara set the phone down.<\/p>\n
Footsteps.<\/p>\n
A drawer opening.<\/p>\n
Then a sharp intake of breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not open unless Eric claims ownership.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cOpen it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Paper tore.<\/p>\n
Mara did not speak for several seconds.<\/p>\n
Then she said, \u201cEleanor, Thomas planned this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I mean he really planned it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA letter to me. Instructions. A sealed copy of something for Eric.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat something?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt says I am supposed to hand it to him if he demands company access.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I need Rebecca.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't have your phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know her number?\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not.<\/p>\n
For the first time since Eric left me, panic returned.<\/p>\n
Rebecca's number lived in my contacts because modern convenience had erased it from memory.<\/p>\n
The gas-station clerk was listening now, though he tried not to show it.<\/p>\n
I covered the mouthpiece.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you have internet?\u201d<\/p>\n
He pointed to the old computer beside the lottery display.<\/p>\n
\u201cSlow, but it works.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould you find a lawyer's office for me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cName?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca Hale.\u201d<\/p>\n
He typed.<\/p>\n
While he searched, Mara whispered, \u201cEleanor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEric just came out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is he doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe has a folder.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom Thomas's office?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not let him leave with company records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI'll try.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Don't physically stop him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Through the receiver I heard a distant male voice.<\/p>\n
Eric.<\/p>\n
The words were indistinct.<\/p>\n
Then Mara said, louder, \u201cYour mother is on the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
My breath stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked who I was talking to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric's voice came closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cGive me that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMara.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are not my employer until legal ownership is established.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI own this company.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, you say you own it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Even stranded beside a county road, I almost smiled.<\/p>\n
Mara had always possessed the rare ability to sound polite while refusing to move an inch.<\/p>\n
A sharp sound followed.<\/p>\n
Something placed on a desk.<\/p>\n
Eric said, \u201cCall the locksmith.\u201d<\/p>\n
My smile vanished.<\/p>\n
Mara's voice changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want the exterior locks changed before tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou cannot authorize that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI just did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't own the building.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father owned it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father's estate is not you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe left it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you have documentation?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
The folder.<\/p>\n
I remembered Eric asking about the corporate binder.<\/p>\n
He had not come merely to explore Thomas's office.<\/p>\n
He believed he knew exactly what he was looking for.<\/p>\n
The clerk beside me turned his computer monitor.<\/p>\n
A law office listing appeared.<\/p>\n
He wrote the number on the back of a receipt.<\/p>\n
I mouthed thank you.<\/p>\n
\u201cMara,\u201d I said, \u201cI need you to keep Eric there if you can.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell him there is a document from Thomas.\u201d<\/p>\n
The line went silent.<\/p>\n
Then she understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe envelope.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you want me to give it to him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot until I speak to Rebecca.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if he leaves?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell him Thomas wrote his name on it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I heard Mara draw a breath.<\/p>\n
Then she called out.<\/p>\n
\u201cEric.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is something here your father left for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nothing followed.<\/p>\n
Even through the telephone, I could feel his attention shift.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA sealed document.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGive it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI need authorization.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
The sound was ugly.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother doesn't have authority over Dad's company.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was the moment something inside me changed.<\/p>\n
Not dramatically.<\/p>\n
No burst of courage.<\/p>\n
No sudden absence of grief.<\/p>\n
Just a small, precise correction.<\/p>\n
For years, I had allowed Eric to think my role was secondary because correcting him always seemed more exhausting than letting Thomas occupy the center.<\/p>\n
Thomas could be the founder.<\/p>\n
Thomas could be the boss.<\/p>\n
Thomas could be the man employees toasted at Christmas.<\/p>\n
I knew what I had done.<\/p>\n
I knew what I had built.<\/p>\n
I had never imagined my silence could eventually be used as evidence against me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMara,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPut me on speaker.\u201d<\/p>\n
A click.<\/p>\n
Then the hollow acoustics of the reception lobby filled the line.<\/p>\n
\u201cEric.\u201d<\/p>\n
For several seconds, he said nothing.<\/p>\n
Finally: \u201cHow are you calling?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is what you want to ask me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm coming back for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, you're not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou took my phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were interfering.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou took my keys.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI needed access.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou left me beside a road.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're at a gas station.\u201d<\/p>\n
As if fluorescent lights and a coffee machine erased what he had done.<\/p>\n
I looked at Thomas's note on the counter.<\/p>\n
Do not give him anything simply to keep peace.<\/p>\n
\u201cListen to me,\u201d I said. \u201cYou will not remove documents from the company.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't get to tell me that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't know what's happening.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad promised me control.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen wait until Rebecca confirms that.\u201d<\/p>\n
He went silent.<\/p>\n
There.<\/p>\n
The name still bothered him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy is Rebecca involved?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can ask her yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Dad sign?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question came out too quickly.<\/p>\n
I looked down at the legal pages.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you afraid he signed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am not afraid of anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen wait.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're doing this because you're angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt least you admit it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy anger does not determine ownership.\u201d<\/p>\n
His breathing changed.<\/p>\n
He had expected tears.<\/p>\n
Perhaps pleading.<\/p>\n
Maybe the familiar version of me who softened every hard edge because family dinners were easier when I did.<\/p>\n
He said, \u201cGive Mara permission to hand me the envelope.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt has my name on it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo did your birthday cards. You still waited until your birthday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis isn't funny.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at my wet shoes.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
The clerk turned away to give me privacy.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'll call back after I speak to Rebecca.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't do something you'll regret.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost asked whether he had said that to himself before taking my phone.<\/p>\n
Instead, I disconnected.<\/p>\n
My hands were no longer shaking.<\/p>\n
I dialed Rebecca's office.<\/p>\n
A receptionist answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is Eleanor Whitmore. I need Rebecca immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Whitmore, she's in a meeting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell her Thomas is dead, Eric took my keys, and he is inside the company claiming ownership.\u201d<\/p>\n
The receptionist stopped speaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cHold, please.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited forty seconds.<\/p>\n
Rebecca came on the line.<\/p>\n
\u201cEleanor, where are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
I told her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Eric take?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy phone, the house keys, one warehouse key. He found something in Thomas's office and wants the locks changed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHas Mara given him the envelope?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is in it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cA copy of documents Thomas wanted him to see only if he behaved exactly as he is behaving now.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin prickled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat documents?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProof that Eric has misunderstood what he is inheriting.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked again at Thomas's note.<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca, does my son own the house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer came without hesitation.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes he own the company?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another pause.<\/p>\n
Then Rebecca said, \u201cNot in the way he thinks.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before I could ask what that meant, she continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cCall Mara back. Tell her to hand Eric the envelope.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat will happen when he opens it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca's voice was very calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is going to discover why Thomas spent his final weeks making sure you could not be pushed aside.\u201d<\/p>\n
For nearly a minute, I did nothing but stare at the handwriting. Cars were not passing. Wind stirred the wet weeds beside the drainage ditch, and somewhere behind the gas … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":28570,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-28572","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\/28572","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=28572"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28572\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":28607,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28572\/revisions\/28607"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/28570"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=28572"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=28572"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=28572"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}