For nearly a minute, nobody in Grandma\u2019s kitchen spoke.<\/p>\n
Mara Henson\u2019s face remained frozen on Whitfield\u2019s laptop screen beside Edward Mercer\u2019s dark SUV. The warehouse camera had caught her in profile, both hands beneath one end of the red metal trunk while an older man in a baseball cap lifted the other.<\/p>\n
The image was grainy, but there was no reasonable doubt about Mara.<\/p>\n
Dad leaned closer. \u201cThat isn\u2019t Ed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Whitfield enlarged the man as far as the image allowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re certain?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEd\u2019s taller. He carries his left shoulder lower because of an old tennis injury.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom nodded reluctantly. \u201cDaniel\u2019s right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvan?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Dad studied the picture.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould be.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer felt worse.<\/p>\n
Mara had spent years receiving money from Grandma because she was supposedly hiding from Evan. Yet eight days earlier she might have been helping him remove the very evidence Grandma had tried to protect.<\/p>\n
Olivia folded her arms. \u201cMaybe Grandma was wrong about her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the yellow sheet from the study.<\/p>\n
M.H. \u2014 witness.<\/p>\n
Grandma had not written victim.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe trusted Mara.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo did Rebecca trust Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom flinched.<\/p>\n
I regretted the cruelty immediately, but not enough to take it back.<\/p>\n
Whitfield\u2019s phone rang. Ramirez.<\/p>\n
He answered on speaker.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re comparing the second individual against photographs of Evan Cole,\u201d she said. \u201cI don\u2019t want anyone making an identification from that footage yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUnderstood,\u201d Whitfield said.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlso, the SUV was reported stolen.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSix days ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s two days after the trunk was removed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCorrect.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho reported it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEdward Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad muttered something under his breath.<\/p>\n
Ramirez continued. \u201cMercer told the insurance company he last saw the vehicle in his garage. If that statement was false, we need to know why. If it was true, someone had access to his vehicle.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you found him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvan?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMara?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Three people connected to the trunk had disappeared.<\/p>\n
Ramirez advised us again not to pursue anyone ourselves.<\/p>\n
I promised nothing beyond not doing anything reckless.<\/p>\n
She heard the distinction.<\/p>\n
\u201cMs. Bennett.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAmelia.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAmelia, this stopped being an inheritance dispute some time ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m aware.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen act like you\u2019re aware.\u201d<\/p>\n
She ended the call.<\/p>\n
Olivia looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe likes you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDeeply.\u201d<\/p>\n
That almost produced a smile.<\/p>\n
Almost.<\/p>\n
I returned to Grandma\u2019s laptop.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Mara betrayed Grandma, there should be something in their communications.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe already searched email,\u201d Whitfield said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe searched for her name and alias.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grandma had been more careful than that.<\/p>\n
I opened the drafts folder again.<\/p>\n
There was the unsent message warning Mara not to return to the house.<\/p>\n
Below it were ordinary drafts: grocery lists, notes to the shelter, a half-written complaint to a pharmacy.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed several drafts with no recipients and no subject lines.<\/p>\n
One contained only a string of dates.<\/p>\n
Another contained weather observations.<\/p>\n
A third looked like gardening notes.<\/p>\n
Tomatoes late this year.<\/p>\n
Mara says north bed needs turning.<\/p>\n
West fence loose again.<\/p>\n
Three lines.<\/p>\n
Mara.<\/p>\n
North.<\/p>\n
West.<\/p>\n
I opened another.<\/p>\n
Mara brought seed.<\/p>\n
West field safe after frost.<\/p>\n
Third gate sticks.<\/p>\n
Whitfield leaned over my shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cCode?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad said, \u201cRuth loved codes when she was a kid.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe used to leave treasure hunts for us.\u201d<\/p>\n
The idea fit too well.<\/p>\n
Grandma had hidden a key beneath velvet and protected digital files with the surname Rebecca intended for me.<\/p>\n
Why would her communications with a frightened witness be straightforward?<\/p>\n
I searched drafts containing garden references.<\/p>\n
There were eleven.<\/p>\n
Certain words repeated unnaturally.<\/p>\n
North.<\/p>\n
West.<\/p>\n
Field.<\/p>\n
Gate.<\/p>\n
Seed.<\/p>\n
Mara.<\/p>\n
Olivia took a notebook.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe first letters?\u201d<\/p>\n
We tried.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Whitfield suggested dates.<\/p>\n
Still nothing.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered Grandma\u2019s garden itself.<\/p>\n
Rows.<\/p>\n
She organized everything by rows.<\/p>\n
I copied the unusual words in their order of appearance and numbered them.<\/p>\n
The first letters produced nonsense.<\/p>\n
The last letters did too.<\/p>\n
Olivia said, \u201cWhat if the numbers are in the dates?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the first draft.<\/p>\n
June 4.<\/p>\n
Fourth word?<\/p>\n
The fourth unusual word was West.<\/p>\n
Second draft: June 3.<\/p>\n
Third word: field.<\/p>\n
We continued.<\/p>\n
West field.<\/p>\n
Then safe.<\/p>\n
Then house.<\/p>\n
By the seventh draft we had a sentence.<\/p>\n
West field safe house.<\/p>\n
The remaining words gave us a name.<\/p>\n
Pine Hollow.<\/p>\n
Dad stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know Pine Hollow.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWisconsin.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAn old resort. Cabins.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cRuth used to go there with Lorraine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grandma\u2019s friend.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould Mara be there?\u201d<\/p>\n
Whitfield searched public information.<\/p>\n
Pine Hollow Resort had closed years earlier, but several cabins had been sold privately.<\/p>\n
One belonged to a trust.<\/p>\n
Not Edward\u2019s.<\/p>\n
Ruth Bennett Family Trust.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandma owned a cabin?\u201d<\/p>\n
Whitfield looked genuinely surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot according to the estate inventory I received.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who does the trust belong to?\u201d<\/p>\n
He began checking.<\/p>\n
The trust had been established under an older legal instrument, apparently separate from Grandma\u2019s probate estate.<\/p>\n
Trustee: Lorraine Peterson.<\/p>\n
Grandma\u2019s longtime friend.<\/p>\n
I remembered the calendars.<\/p>\n
Lunch with Lorraine.<\/p>\n
Doctor with Lorraine.<\/p>\n
Lorraine had been around for decades, quiet enough that nobody considered her part of the mystery.<\/p>\n
\u201cCall her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s eighty-four.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe can still answer a telephone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Whitfield found her number.<\/p>\n
Lorraine answered on the second ring.<\/p>\n
Her voice was thin but sharp.<\/p>\n
\u201cLawrence, it took you long enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
We all stared at the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expected me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI expected Amelia.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is Amelia.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
Then Lorraine sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cRuth said you\u2019d sound angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Mara at Pine Hollow?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lorraine became quiet.<\/p>\n
Dad moved closer.<\/p>\n
Whitfield said, \u201cLorraine, law enforcement is looking for her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe called me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse jumped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSafe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs she at the cabin?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not telling you over a telephone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Ruth told me not to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandma is dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, dear. That is usually when instructions in a trust become most important.\u201d<\/p>\n
Even Olivia almost laughed.<\/p>\n
I recognized immediately why Grandma had liked her.<\/p>\n
\u201cLorraine, Mara was recorded helping someone remove the red trunk.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas that Evan?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer came instantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMara\u2019s brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody had mentioned a brother.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did they take it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo keep Evan from getting it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Another apparent betrayal that was not what it looked like.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is the trunk?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lorraine said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cPine Hollow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t say that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t need to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRuth warned me you were annoyingly quick.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad muttered, \u201cShe got that from Rebecca.\u201d<\/p>\n
I heard him.<\/p>\n
For once, I did not resent the comparison.<\/p>\n
Whitfield asked Lorraine to contact Ramirez.<\/p>\n
She agreed on one condition.<\/p>\n
\u201cMara talks to Amelia first.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ramirez would hate that.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo police wait?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Police can come. But Mara has spent twenty-seven years watching powerful men decide what she was allowed to say. She wants Amelia present when she says it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood that more than Lorraine could know.<\/p>\n
We arranged to meet the next morning with law enforcement.<\/p>\n
After the call, Dad stared at the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Mara has the ledger, this may end everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cIt may finally start something.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou want prosecutions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want evidence to go wherever evidence goes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEven if it puts me in prison?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question was quiet.<\/p>\n
I thought about it before answering.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad nodded.<\/p>\n
No anger.<\/p>\n
No argument.<\/p>\n
Just acceptance.<\/p>\n
Mom stood and walked out of the kitchen.<\/p>\n
Olivia watched her go.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s going to fall apart.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe already has.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t mean she can\u2019t fall farther.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at my sister.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can go with her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then followed Mom.<\/p>\n
Dad remained.<\/p>\n
He picked up Rebecca\u2019s photograph from the table.<\/p>\n
The one of Thomas holding me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI hated him,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
I did not respond.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Rebecca loved him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he could take you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The admission surprised me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said custody was about stability.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was what I told myself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was it actually?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad stared at the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cI had lost Rebecca. My business was collapsing. Charles owned pieces of me. Ellen and I were already living inside a mess I couldn\u2019t explain. You were the one thing in my house that felt innocent.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt anger rise.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you kept me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike property.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what it sounds like.\u201d<\/p>\n
He put the photograph down.<\/p>\n
\u201cI loved you selfishly.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was closer to truth.<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
The next morning, Ramirez drove behind us to Wisconsin.<\/p>\n
Whitfield rode with me.<\/p>\n
Olivia insisted on coming.<\/p>\n
Mom and Dad stayed behind.<\/p>\n
Pine Hollow sat beside a narrow lake surrounded by pines. The old resort sign had lost several letters. Most cabins were boarded up for the season.<\/p>\n
Lorraine waited outside Cabin Six.<\/p>\n
She was tiny, white-haired, and wrapped in a red wool coat.<\/p>\n
She hugged me before I could object.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have Ruth\u2019s suspicious face.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know I had one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she looked at Olivia.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you have Ellen\u2019s stubborn chin.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m learning that genetics are apparently everybody\u2019s favorite topic.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lorraine smiled.<\/p>\n
Inside the cabin, Mara Henson sat beside a woodstove.<\/p>\n
She looked older than the surveillance image.<\/p>\n
Tired.<\/p>\n
Frightened.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
The red metal trunk stood beside her.<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Twenty-seven years of fear condensed into one scratched container.<\/p>\n
Mara stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cAmelia.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry about Ruth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did you disappear?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Evan found me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he threaten you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Exactly when Grandma\u2019s payments stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe location of Unit 317.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you tell him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why stop contacting Grandma?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Evan told me he was watching her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mara looked toward the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said every time I called Ruth, I was putting her closer to the grave.\u201d<\/p>\n
A chill passed through me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he kill Grandma?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer was immediate.<\/p>\n
\u201cRuth was already sick. But Evan knew it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ramirez sat across from Mara.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell us about the trunk.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mara explained that Grandma had contacted her months earlier because she believed Unit 317 was compromised.<\/p>\n
They planned to remove the trunk quietly.<\/p>\n
Then Grandma became too ill.<\/p>\n
Mara disappeared instead.<\/p>\n
After Grandma died, Lorraine contacted her using instructions Ruth had left.<\/p>\n
Mara and her brother went to the warehouse eight days earlier.<\/p>\n
They used Edward\u2019s SUV.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mara\u2019s expression tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it wasn\u2019t Edward\u2019s anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ramirez leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cExplain.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvan had it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did you get it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvan\u2019s storage garage.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heartbeat quickened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stole Evan\u2019s vehicle?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy brother did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Evan was following me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ramirez pinched the bridge of her nose.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis would have been useful information yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is the SUV?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbandoned near Duluth.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ramirez made a note.<\/p>\n
I pointed toward the trunk.<\/p>\n
\u201cOpen it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mara looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cRuth wanted you to.\u201d<\/p>\n
She handed me a key.<\/p>\n
The lock resisted once.<\/p>\n
Then opened.<\/p>\n
Inside were ledgers.<\/p>\n
Photographs.<\/p>\n
Cassette tapes.<\/p>\n
Share certificates.<\/p>\n
Bank records.<\/p>\n
A small recorder.<\/p>\n
And a thick envelope labeled AMELIA.<\/p>\n
My hands shook.<\/p>\n
Whitfield immediately stopped me from removing anything until Ramirez photographed the contents.<\/p>\n
Then we began.<\/p>\n
The secondary ledger was there.<\/p>\n
So were Rebecca\u2019s original North Lake shares.<\/p>\n
Thomas\u2019s shares.<\/p>\n
Transfer records.<\/p>\n
Evidence of Evan\u2019s banking activity.<\/p>\n
Edward\u2019s legal correspondence.<\/p>\n
Charles\u2019s payments.<\/p>\n
Everything Dad said might exist.<\/p>\n
And more.<\/p>\n
One cassette bore Thomas\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
CHARLES \u2014 2007.<\/p>\n
We found a player in the cabin.<\/p>\n
The recording began with argument.<\/p>\n
Thomas accused Charles of helping cover Rebecca\u2019s death.<\/p>\n
Charles denied touching her car.<\/p>\n
Thomas shouted, \u201cThen who did?\u201d<\/p>\n
Charles answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cEd handled Rebecca.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart hammered.<\/p>\n
Thomas asked what that meant.<\/p>\n
Charles swore.<\/p>\n
Then said, \u201cEvan gave him the route. Daniel gave me the panic. Ellen gave Ed the schedule. Everybody gave him a piece, and Ed made the decision.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody in the cabin moved.<\/p>\n
Thomas pressed him.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Edward order the brake line cut?\u201d<\/p>\n
Charles\u2019s voice dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told somebody to make sure she didn\u2019t reach Duluth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho touched the car?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re lying.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then Charles said something Grandma had never recorded.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Ed wasn\u2019t protecting us.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas asked, \u201cThen who?\u201d<\/p>\n
Charles laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHimself. Rebecca had proof of what he did before North Lake.\u201d<\/p>\n
The recording ended.<\/p>\n
I looked at Mara.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Edward do before North Lake?\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Whitfield opened the envelope marked AMELIA.<\/p>\n
Inside was a handwritten statement from Rebecca.<\/p>\n
Dated two days before her death.<\/p>\n
She described North Lake.<\/p>\n
The fraud.<\/p>\n
Edward.<\/p>\n
Then, near the bottom, she wrote:<\/p>\n
Edward\u2019s greatest secret is not the money. It is Olivia.<\/p>\n
My eyes stopped.<\/p>\n
Olivia leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
I read the sentence again.<\/p>\n
Edward\u2019s greatest secret is not the money.<\/p>\n
It is Olivia.<\/p>\n
I turned toward my sister.<\/p>\n
She had gone completely still.<\/p>\n
For nearly a minute, nobody in Grandma\u2019s kitchen spoke. Mara Henson\u2019s face remained frozen on Whitfield\u2019s laptop screen beside Edward Mercer\u2019s dark SUV. The warehouse camera had caught her in … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9041,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9054","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\/9054","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=9054"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9054\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9074,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9054\/revisions\/9074"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9041"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9054"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9054"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9054"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}