The police officer remained on the porch while Eleanor came inside. She took one look at Alicia, another at Mark, and then at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything all right?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor the moment.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alicia stared through the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy is there a police officer outside?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor answered before I could.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I asked one to stop by.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Dorothy wanted a witness nearby while people were discussing her property.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alicia looked at me as if I had become somebody she had never met.<\/p>\n
Perhaps I had.<\/p>\n
Or perhaps she had simply never needed to meet the part of me that said no.<\/p>\n
Mark covered his face with both hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is insane.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor turned toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, sweetheart. Insane is planning somebody's life before breakfast and assuming she won't notice.\u201d<\/p>\n
He lowered his hands.<\/p>\n
He had known Eleanor since childhood. She was one of the few people alive who could still call him sweetheart and make it sound like a reprimand.<\/p>\n
I picked up my phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is something else.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alicia's eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEleanor didn't merely watch you arrive.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pressed play.<\/p>\n
Her own voice filled the kitchen.<\/p>\n
The recording had been made outside while they were still in their car. Eleanor's phone had caught only fragments, but the fragments were enough.<\/p>\n
Alicia discussing my signature.<\/p>\n
Mark wondering whether I might insist on reading.<\/p>\n
Alicia telling him to distract me.<\/p>\n
The recording ended.<\/p>\n
Mark stared at the table.<\/p>\n
Alicia looked toward Eleanor.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou recorded a private conversation?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were parked on a public street discussing Dorothy's property loudly enough for me to hear from my porch.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's illegal.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel spoke for the first time in several minutes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI would suggest that neither of us offer legal conclusions before reviewing the circumstances.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alicia glared at him.<\/p>\n
He seemed entirely untroubled.<\/p>\n
I turned to Mark.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou apologized.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow tell me something true.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything you haven't told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes moved toward Alicia.<\/p>\n
She noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMark.\u201d<\/p>\n
He kept looking at her.<\/p>\n
Then he said, \u201cI saw the credit-card statement.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alicia froze.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat statement?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one you left in the desk.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou went through my things?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was looking for the insurance paperwork.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had no right.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark laughed once, bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's what we're talking about now? Rights?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMark, don't do this.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, some of your money went toward her credit cards.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room became quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alicia stepped toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the boat deposit.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat boat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one Alicia wanted us to buy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe didn't buy it,\u201d Alicia snapped.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou put money down.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith Mom's money?\u201d<\/p>\n
Alicia said nothing.<\/p>\n
Mark looked sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't know where it came from.\u201d<\/p>\n
I believed that too.<\/p>\n
Believing him did not make the morning easier.<\/p>\n
It made it worse.<\/p>\n
If Mark had knowingly stolen from me, I could have placed him neatly on one side of a moral line.<\/p>\n
Instead, he had done something messier.<\/p>\n
He had chosen not to look.<\/p>\n
Alicia began crying.<\/p>\n
Not the quiet crying of someone wounded.<\/p>\n
It came loudly, almost angrily, as though tears might force the room back under her control.<\/p>\n
\u201cMother D, please.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't call me that.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stopped.<\/p>\n
The words had hurt her.<\/p>\n
I was surprised to discover that I didn't enjoy that.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou haven't earned that name today.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark whispered, \u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou may call me Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face crumpled.<\/p>\n
I turned to Samuel.<\/p>\n
\u201cShow them.\u201d<\/p>\n
He removed copies of my updated estate documents.<\/p>\n
Alicia read quickly.<\/p>\n
Her hands began trembling.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou changed everything?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe accounts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe investments?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward Mark.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does he get?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question came too quickly.<\/p>\n
Mark heard it too.<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing directly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe grandchildren will be protected. Education, health needs, appropriate housing assistance. They will not be punished for anything that happened today.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alicia stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Mark?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy son has spent enough years being protected from consequences.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark flinched.<\/p>\n
I hated seeing it.<\/p>\n
I said it anyway.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe will not have unrestricted access to my money.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alicia pushed the papers away.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can't do this to us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe're family.\u201d<\/p>\n
I studied her face.<\/p>\n
Family.<\/p>\n
I had spent most of my life treating that word like a key that opened every door.<\/p>\n
Need money? Family.<\/p>\n
Need forgiveness? Family.<\/p>\n
Need another chance? Family.<\/p>\n
Need somebody to swallow an insult so Christmas dinner stays pleasant? Family.<\/p>\n
But a key that opens every door eventually leaves a house unlocked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are my son's wife,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Her eyes widened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't family?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFamily does not secretly choose where I live.\u201d<\/p>\n
She opened her mouth.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cFamily does not bring legal papers designed to control my property and hope I won't read them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe weren't\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFamily does not accept hundreds of thousands of dollars while discussing what they'll do with the person providing it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her tears stopped.<\/p>\n
Something colder appeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo that's it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel opened the blue binder.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is only the financial review.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alicia stood so abruptly the chair scraped against the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou went through our bank accounts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Samuel said. \u201cWe reviewed Dorothy's records.\u201d<\/p>\n
She relaxed slightly.<\/p>\n
Too quickly.<\/p>\n
Samuel noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo far,\u201d he added, \u201cwe have examined only transfers originating from Dorothy's accounts.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her relief disappeared.<\/p>\n
I put the blue binder in front of her.<\/p>\n
Four years of statements.<\/p>\n
Checks.<\/p>\n
Transfers.<\/p>\n
Notes.<\/p>\n
Messages I had printed.<\/p>\n
Explanations Alicia had sent.<\/p>\n
Every time I had helped and forgotten, the paper remembered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would you keep all this?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cRaymond.\u201d<\/p>\n
She frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy husband taught me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark looked at the binder.<\/p>\n
I touched its cover.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter your father died, I had to learn parts of our finances he'd always handled. Before he got sick, he told me never to let anyone embarrass me for protecting what we'd built.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark looked toward his father's photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes lowered.<\/p>\n
The police officer remained outside.<\/p>\n
I told Eleanor we were safe. She stepped onto the porch to explain that there was no immediate problem, and after a few minutes the officer left.<\/p>\n
Mark stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, I don't know how to fix this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked confused.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou start by telling the truth. Fixing comes later.\u201d<\/p>\n
He wiped his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI believe you.\u201d<\/p>\n
That seemed to hurt him more.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I come back?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot today.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'll call Sunday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face tightened.<\/p>\n
I softened my voice without changing the answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't call because the calendar tells you you're supposed to be my son. Call when you have something honest to say.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded again.<\/p>\n
Alicia watched him walk toward the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cMark?\u201d<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
She waited for him to tell her to come.<\/p>\n
He didn't.<\/p>\n
He left.<\/p>\n
The sound of his car starting reached us through the window.<\/p>\n
Alicia remained seated.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about me?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should probably speak with Bruce.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he's no longer welcome on my property.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her expression sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're going to destroy our marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened the front door.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou two will decide what happens to your marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never meant to hurt you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIntent is a small comfort after someone has already planned where you'll sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her mouth trembled.<\/p>\n
Then she walked out.<\/p>\n
Eleanor watched from the porch as Alicia crossed the driveway.<\/p>\n
When Alicia's car disappeared, I closed the door and leaned against it.<\/p>\n
My knees began shaking.<\/p>\n
Eleanor came toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSit down.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought I was doing rather well.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were.\u201d<\/p>\n
She took my elbow.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow you can shake.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat at the kitchen table.<\/p>\n
Samuel gathered the documents.<\/p>\n
My tea from that morning was still there.<\/p>\n
Cold.<\/p>\n
I laughed when I saw it.<\/p>\n
Eleanor looked concerned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI've made tea three times today and haven't finished a cup.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI'll make another.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't.\u201d<\/p>\n
She raised an eyebrow.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want coffee.\u201d<\/p>\n
That made her smile.<\/p>\n
While Eleanor worked at the counter, Samuel reopened the blue binder.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe aren't finished.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was one group of transactions we had not discussed in front of Mark and Alicia.<\/p>\n
They came from an account I rarely used.<\/p>\n
Samuel had flagged them before the confrontation but hadn't had time to trace them.<\/p>\n
He turned several pages.<\/p>\n
\u201cDorothy, how much did Alicia know about Raymond's estate?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhatever Mark told her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd how much did Mark know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood the problem.<\/p>\n
Alicia knew details she should not have known.<\/p>\n
She knew about accounts Raymond had managed privately.<\/p>\n
She knew I had money available for repeated transfers.<\/p>\n
She knew enough about the house to believe it could be sold quickly.<\/p>\n
And she had brought Bruce into the picture.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did she know?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel did not answer.<\/p>\n
He pointed to a transaction.<\/p>\n
Eighteen months earlier.<\/p>\n
Twenty-five thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
Recipient: Bruce Carter.<\/p>\n
I stared at it.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat can't be right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you recognize it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The memo line contained three words.<\/p>\n
Consulting \u2014 Estate Preparation.<\/p>\n
My skin went cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would I pay Bruce twenty-five thousand dollars?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou may not have.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut it's my account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich is why we need the original authorization.\u201d<\/p>\n
I tried to remember that month.<\/p>\n
It had been winter.<\/p>\n
One of the grandchildren had been sick.<\/p>\n
Alicia had brought me several documents to sign relating, she said, to family financial planning.<\/p>\n
Had this been among them?<\/p>\n
I hated the question because it forced me to admit something.<\/p>\n
Alicia had been right about one thing.<\/p>\n
There had been times I signed without reading carefully.<\/p>\n
Not because I was incapable.<\/p>\n
Because I trusted her.<\/p>\n
Samuel studied the transaction.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis isn't a normal real-estate commission.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of Bruce standing on my porch before Mark and Alicia arrived.<\/p>\n
One-eighty.<\/p>\n
Professional curiosity.<\/p>\n
Families have to make difficult decisions.<\/p>\n
He had known too much.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould Bruce have been planning this before today?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel looked at the date.<\/p>\n
\u201cEighteen months is a long time before a pocket dial.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood and walked to Raymond's photograph.<\/p>\n
The lake behind him caught sunlight in the picture.<\/p>\n
\u201cSam, why did Bruce contact Raymond about the lake?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel became very still.<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said Bruce asked questions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat questions?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProperty access. Development possibilities. Whether Raymond had ever considered selling.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn't you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Raymond told him no. At the time, there was nothing more to tell.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel closed the binder.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow I'm not sure.\u201d<\/p>\n
He reached into his leather case.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was hoping we wouldn't need this.\u201d<\/p>\n
He removed an old envelope.<\/p>\n
The paper had yellowed slightly.<\/p>\n
My name was written across the front in Raymond's handwriting.<\/p>\n
For Dorothy. Only after I'm gone.<\/p>\n
I stared at it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou've had that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor four years?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRaymond gave me instructions.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hands began trembling again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat instructions?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo keep it until circumstances involving the property made it necessary.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat slowly.<\/p>\n
Samuel placed the envelope in front of me.<\/p>\n
I ran one finger across Raymond's handwriting.<\/p>\n
For four years I had believed death had taken the last thing my husband would ever say to me.<\/p>\n
Apparently, I had been wrong.<\/p>\n
I opened the envelope.<\/p>\n
Inside was a handwritten letter.<\/p>\n
The first lines were unmistakably Raymond: practical, affectionate, and almost apologetic. He wrote that if I was reading it, then circumstances had developed that he had hoped never would. He asked me not to be angry with him for keeping certain information from me. He had wanted to protect me until protection became necessary.<\/p>\n
I stopped reading.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep going.\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond wrote that the house was valuable, but not for the reason most people would assume.<\/p>\n
He warned that one day somebody might tell me I was too old to manage my affairs. Somebody might make urgency sound like care. Somebody might try to persuade me that surrendering control was the sensible thing to do.<\/p>\n
My eyes blurred.<\/p>\n
That sounded so much like him that for one second I could almost smell his shaving cream.<\/p>\n
I wiped my face and continued.<\/p>\n
Near the bottom was a sentence that made me look up.<\/p>\n
If anyone tries to sell the house without your knowledge, ask Samuel about the lake property.<\/p>\n
I lowered the letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does my house have to do with the lake?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel sat opposite me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMore than Raymond wanted you to worry about.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
He opened another folder.<\/p>\n
Years earlier, developers had begun quietly purchasing land around the lake. Raymond owned shoreline acreage, but the important piece was not merely the lake property itself.<\/p>\n
It was access.<\/p>\n
A route connected parcels near my home to the larger development area.<\/p>\n
My property occupied part of that route.<\/p>\n
\u201cBruce knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe suspect he knew enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much is the house worth?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOn the ordinary residential market? Roughly four hundred thirty thousand.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of Alicia.<\/p>\n
One-eighty.<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd to the developers?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel slid a document toward me.<\/p>\n
The first figure was seven hundred thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's an old proposal.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then I saw the revised number.<\/p>\n
$1,200,000.<\/p>\n
I read it twice.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey offered Raymond this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot exactly. They were exploring an acquisition package involving several parcels. Raymond refused to cooperate.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he believed their need for access would increase.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked around the kitchen.<\/p>\n
At the cabinets Raymond installed.<\/p>\n
At the small scratches beside the doorway where we'd measured Mark's height.<\/p>\n
At the window overlooking the maple tree.<\/p>\n
Alicia hadn't merely been trying to sell a widow's inconvenient house.<\/p>\n
Someone had been trying to obtain an unusually valuable piece of property for less than half its normal residential value\u2014and perhaps a fraction of what a developer might ultimately pay.<\/p>\n
I picked up the record showing the twenty-five-thousand-dollar transfer to Bruce.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Alicia know about the development?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Bruce?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel's face told me enough.<\/p>\n
I folded Raymond's letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we find out.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel watched me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou understand this may become much larger than a family dispute.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDorothy, there could be financial misconduct here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if Bruce has been involved for eighteen months, the plan you overheard this morning may only be the last stage.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the notepad that had started everything.<\/p>\n
7:19.<\/p>\n
She'll sign.<\/p>\n
For the first time all day, those words no longer frightened me.<\/p>\n
They made me curious.<\/p>\n
I placed the twenty-five-thousand-dollar transfer beside Raymond's letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cFind the authorization.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Bruce?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to know every contact he's had with Alicia.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat could take time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTake it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor set a fresh cup of coffee beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you going to do if you discover they were planning this before today?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked through the window at the driveway where Mark had learned to ride a bicycle and where Bruce had stood less than three hours earlier pretending his interest in my home was casual.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm going to find out who knew what my property was worth.\u201d<\/p>\n
I tapped the transfer.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then I'm going to find out why one of them was paid twenty-five thousand dollars before anyone ever mentioned Silver Meadows.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel closed his folder.<\/p>\n
His expression had changed.<\/p>\n
The family confrontation was over.<\/p>\n
The investigation was beginning.<\/p>\n
The police officer remained on the porch while Eleanor came inside. She took one look at Alicia, another at Mark, and then at me. \u201cEverything all right?\u201d \u201cFor the moment.\u201d … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9270,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9274","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\/9274","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=9274"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9274\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9294,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9274\/revisions\/9294"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9270"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9274"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9274"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9274"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}