Ryan's anger came through the phone so loudly that Vivian lowered her coffee cup.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned back in my chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you narrow that down?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe house.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Not Where are you?<\/p>\n
Not Are you safe?<\/p>\n
Not How are you doing a week after Dad\u2019s funeral?<\/p>\n
The house.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sold it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can't sell our house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn't our house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad owned half.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I heard paper moving.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father told you many things. The deed says something else.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ryan stopped speaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother gave me that property before I married Arthur,\u201d I continued. \u201cHis name was never added.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Dad promised\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cFinish that sentence, Ryan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said eventually it would be mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian looked away toward the ocean, giving me the courtesy of pretending she could not hear.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father had no authority to promise you my property.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, don't make this technical.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt became technical when you started discussing my house as though I were already dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't fair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMadison asked which bedroom would become hers after you got it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s a child.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ryan exhaled hard.<\/p>\n
Behind him, I heard Chloe.<\/p>\n
Then barking.<\/p>\n
Then Winston.<\/p>\n
\u201cUseless old lady!\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian's eyebrows rose.<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
Ryan snapped, \u201cThis isn't funny.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. But the bird has timing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are we supposed to do with these animals?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou own them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said you'd watch them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. You informed me that I would watch them. I smiled.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat means yes!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI smiled at your father\u2019s funeral too. It did not mean I was enjoying myself.\u201d<\/p>\n
He went quiet.<\/p>\n
The waiter arrived with my pancakes.<\/p>\n
I thanked him.<\/p>\n
The smell of blueberries and warm syrup rose between Vivian and me.<\/p>\n
Ryan started again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have a flight in less than two hours.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you should make a decision quickly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat decision?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCancun or your animals.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can't be serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have rarely been more serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chloe's voice came closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cGive me the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was fumbling.<\/p>\n
Then my daughter-in-law spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cEleanor, where are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHaving breakfast.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOn a ship.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat ship?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one carrying me around the world.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian raised her coffee cup toward me in a small toast.<\/p>\n
Chloe's voice sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI booked a one-year cruise.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne year?\u201d<\/p>\n
Several diners glanced over.<\/p>\n
I took a bite of pancake.<\/p>\n
It was excellent.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou cannot disappear for a year.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI appear to be doing it successfully.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about Madison?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSchool pickups. Weekends. Christmas.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are her parents.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou always host Christmas.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot this year.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy parents were going to stay at your house.\u201d<\/p>\n
My fork stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour parents?\u201d<\/p>\n
Chloe hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe talked about it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Chloe. You apparently talked about it with someone other than the owner.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRyan was going to inherit the house eventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was that word.<\/p>\n
Eventually.<\/p>\n
A polite word people used when they wanted to discuss your possessions without mentioning your death.<\/p>\n
\u201cEventually can make people very impatient,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't be dramatic.\u201d<\/p>\n
I put down my fork.<\/p>\n
\u201cGive the phone back to Ryan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need to tell us where you're going.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI already did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCome home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're grieving. You aren't thinking clearly.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence landed differently from everything before it.<\/p>\n
Not because it was cruel.<\/p>\n
Because it sounded prepared.<\/p>\n
The word unstable came back to me.<\/p>\n
The videos Chloe had taken.<\/p>\n
The glances between them when I forgot the resort name.<\/p>\n
The way Ryan had begun asking whether I was taking my own medication properly.<\/p>\n
\u201cPut Ryan on.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe's right here.\u201d<\/p>\n
My son's voice returned.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, this has gone far enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Ryan. I think it has finally gone far enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're sixty-three years old.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know my age.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can't just vanish.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven't vanished. I have a cabin number, an itinerary, a passport, insurance, and reservations for twelve months.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're not thinking rationally.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt my pulse change.<\/p>\n
There it was again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy does that matter so much to you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mental state.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you're my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTry again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know what you're implying.\u201d<\/p>\n
Neither did I.<\/p>\n
Not fully.<\/p>\n
But something had been wrong for months.<\/p>\n
Ryan changed tactics.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine. I'll call the cruise company.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have power of attorney. I'll explain what's happening and arrange for you to get off at the next port.\u201d<\/p>\n
I set down my coffee.<\/p>\n
Vivian saw my expression and stopped smiling.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPower of attorney.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think you still have it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRead the next document in the envelope.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUnder the closing statement.\u201d<\/p>\n
Paper rustled.<\/p>\n
Chloe whispered.<\/p>\n
Ryan said nothing.<\/p>\n
I imagined him standing in my former bedroom beside Arthur\u2019s empty bed.<\/p>\n
He would find the certified revocation.<\/p>\n
Beneath it were confirmations from the bank, investment company, insurance provider, and medical offices.<\/p>\n
Eighteen months earlier, his authority had ended.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou revoked it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWithout telling me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was my authority to give and mine to withdraw.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad knew about this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer hurt.<\/p>\n
Arthur had spent his final months defending Ryan because the alternative was admitting something unbearable about our only child.<\/p>\n
When twelve thousand dollars vanished, Arthur called it a loan.<\/p>\n
When Ryan failed to repay it, Arthur called him stressed.<\/p>\n
When I suggested revoking the power of attorney, Arthur accused me of tearing the family apart.<\/p>\n
So I stopped discussing it with him.<\/p>\n
And protected myself quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had no right,\u201d Ryan said.<\/p>\n
Something inside me became very calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cI had every right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're supposed to trust me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had access to our accounts and twelve thousand dollars disappeared.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you I borrowed it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBorrowing generally involves permission.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was going to repay it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't the point.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt became the point when you decided access meant ownership.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ryan's breathing grew louder.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're twisting everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I think I'm finally separating things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeparating what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLove from authority.\u201d<\/p>\n
He said nothing.<\/p>\n
I looked at the Atlantic.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had a right to be loved, Ryan. You had a right to food, safety, education, comfort, and parents who showed up. You did not acquire ownership of me in exchange for being my child.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian slowly nodded.<\/p>\n
The words surprised me as much as they apparently surprised Ryan.<\/p>\n
Perhaps I had been waiting decades to say them.<\/p>\n
Then barking erupted through the phone.<\/p>\n
Chloe shouted.<\/p>\n
A man's voice spoke in the background.<\/p>\n
The transport company had arrived.<\/p>\n
Ryan cursed.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell them to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey cannot bring four animals to our apartment.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey can.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOur building only allows two pets.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should have considered that before acquiring four.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe parrot doesn't count.\u201d<\/p>\n
Winston immediately shouted, \u201cRyan is a liar!\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian choked on her coffee.<\/p>\n
Even I had to cover my mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is insane,\u201d Ryan said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour pet carrier is waiting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe'll miss our flight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds likely.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou planned this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The accusation was intended to shame me.<\/p>\n
Instead, I felt proud of the answer.<\/p>\n
I had planned it.<\/p>\n
Carefully.<\/p>\n
Competently.<\/p>\n
Months before Arthur died, I had begun recognizing that my family treated my availability as permanent infrastructure.<\/p>\n
I had planned the cruise.<\/p>\n
The sale.<\/p>\n
The legal documents.<\/p>\n
The animal transport.<\/p>\n
I had completed a competency assessment before the house closing because Margaret warned me that Ryan might challenge the transaction.<\/p>\n
Every step had been documented.<\/p>\n
My son had mistaken silence for helplessness.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to Dad's belongings?\u201d he demanded.<\/p>\n
\u201cSome were donated. Some are in storage. Margaret has the things intended for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHis watches?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe gold watch?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean, no?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI gave it to Marisol.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou gave Dad's gold watch to the nurse?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe woman who bathed him, fed him, turned him when he was in pain, and sat with him while you were too busy to visit?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat watch belongs to family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMarisol behaved like family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was his son.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou visited four times in eight months.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have a job.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo did Marisol.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ryan's voice changed.<\/p>\n
There was anger in it, but beneath the anger was something almost childish.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're punishing me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, you are.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI spent most of your life protecting you from consequences. Consequences probably feel like punishment now.\u201d<\/p>\n
He began arguing.<\/p>\n
I let the words pass.<\/p>\n
For decades, every family crisis had reached me like an alarm.<\/p>\n
Ryan needed money.<\/p>\n
Ryan needed childcare.<\/p>\n
Ryan needed a meal.<\/p>\n
Ryan needed somewhere to stay.<\/p>\n
Ryan needed me to explain his behavior to Arthur.<\/p>\n
Arthur needed care.<\/p>\n
Chloe needed help.<\/p>\n
Madison needed transportation.<\/p>\n
Nobody ever asked what remained after all those needs passed through me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, are you listening?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen answer me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right. The transport company is taking your animals. The new owners arrive at noon. Margaret will be there. If you interfere with their possession of the property, their attorney will handle it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou would let strangers throw your own son out?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey aren't throwing you out. You don't live there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know what I mean.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI do. That's why I'm not fixing it.\u201d<\/p>\n
For several seconds, I heard nothing.<\/p>\n
Then his voice softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom. Please.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word almost broke me.<\/p>\n
Please.<\/p>\n
He had not used it when he dropped off the animals.<\/p>\n
He had not used it when he borrowed twelve thousand dollars without asking.<\/p>\n
He had not used it when he volunteered me for school pickups.<\/p>\n
But the moment he lost control, courtesy returned.<\/p>\n
I looked at Vivian.<\/p>\n
She was watching the water.<\/p>\n
\u201cRead the last page,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat last page?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one beneath the revocation.\u201d<\/p>\n
More paper.<\/p>\n
I had created that page alone.<\/p>\n
Margaret thought it unnecessary.<\/p>\n
Legally, it meant nothing.<\/p>\n
To me, it meant everything.<\/p>\n
At the top I had written an accounting of forty years.<\/p>\n
Not financial accounting.<\/p>\n
Human accounting.<\/p>\n
Meals.<\/p>\n
Childcare.<\/p>\n
Loans.<\/p>\n
Birthdays.<\/p>\n
School runs.<\/p>\n
Emergency phone calls.<\/p>\n
Holidays hosted.<\/p>\n
Rooms cleaned after guests who never offered to help.<\/p>\n
Hospital visits.<\/p>\n
Pets watched.<\/p>\n
Plans canceled.<\/p>\n
Sleep surrendered.<\/p>\n
Problems absorbed.<\/p>\n
At the bottom, I had written what remained unpaid.<\/p>\n
Not money.<\/p>\n
A life.<\/p>\n
Ryan read silently.<\/p>\n
When he finally spoke, there was no anger left in his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you hate me?\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why are you doing this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I love you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn't make sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt makes more sense than anything I've done for years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCome home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI love you, Ryan. But loving you will never again mean obeying you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand trembled as I ended the call.<\/p>\n
I placed the phone on the table.<\/p>\n
For several moments, I could not move.<\/p>\n
I had imagined setting boundaries would feel powerful.<\/p>\n
Instead, I felt sick.<\/p>\n
Freedom did not erase love.<\/p>\n
It made the cost of misplaced love visible.<\/p>\n
Vivian pushed a napkin toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou all right?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wiped my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy son thinks I've destroyed the family.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivian stirred her coffee.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy daughter thought the same when I moved to Paris at sixty-eight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn't speak to me for six months.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe needed money.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
So did Vivian.<\/p>\n
Her name was Vivian Clarke. She was seventy-one, recently divorced, disliked raisins, loved detective novels, and had once ridden a motorcycle through Arizona because her former husband told her she would never dare.<\/p>\n
By the time breakfast ended, I knew more about her than I knew about some neighbors I had lived beside for twenty years.<\/p>\n
At 9:15, Ryan sent me a photograph.<\/p>\n
Both dogs were pulling him toward his apartment entrance.<\/p>\n
Princess's carrier sat beside Chloe, whose cheek bore a fresh scratch.<\/p>\n
Winston perched on Ryan's shoulder.<\/p>\n
The message beneath the photograph said they had missed their flight.<\/p>\n
I stared at it.<\/p>\n
Once, I would have apologized.<\/p>\n
I would have called the airline.<\/p>\n
I might even have offered to pay the change fee.<\/p>\n
Instead I wrote four words.<\/p>\n
I hope you learn.<\/p>\n
Then I blocked his number.<\/p>\n
At 10:30, Chloe emailed.<\/p>\n
The subject accused me of ruining the family.<\/p>\n
I deleted it unopened.<\/p>\n
At noon, I returned to my cabin and stepped onto the balcony.<\/p>\n
By then, the buyers had taken possession of the house.<\/p>\n
The champagne bottle waited in its bucket.<\/p>\n
A welcome card lay beside it.<\/p>\n
I touched my pearl earrings.<\/p>\n
For the first time since Arthur died, nobody needed me.<\/p>\n
The sensation was almost frightening.<\/p>\n
Then the cabin telephone rang.<\/p>\n
Only ship employees had that number.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Miller?\u201d a man from guest services said. \u201cWe need you downstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is a gentleman asking to see you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael Grant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know anyone named Michael Grant.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe expected you to say that.\u201d<\/p>\n
My fingers tightened around the receiver.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does he want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe has identification, a sealed letter, and a photograph of your husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat photograph?\u201d<\/p>\n
The employee hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt shows Mr. Miller standing beside him on this ship.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't possible.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur had never taken a cruise.<\/p>\n
Not once.<\/p>\n
The employee lowered his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Miller, according to the date on the photograph, it was taken six months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Six months ago, Arthur had claimed he could barely leave the house.<\/p>\n
Six months ago, I had canceled my own appointments because he said he could not be alone.<\/p>\n
Six months ago, I had secretly purchased my ticket.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does this man want from me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another voice answered in the background.<\/p>\n
Male.<\/p>\n
Older.<\/p>\n
Steady.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur sent me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pressed the receiver harder against my ear.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy husband is dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why would he send you?\u201d<\/p>\n
The stranger's next words changed the shape of everything I thought I understood about Arthur.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause your husband knew what Ryan was planning.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ryan's anger came through the phone so loudly that Vivian lowered her coffee cup. \u201cWhat did you do?\u201d I leaned back in my chair. \u201cCan you narrow that down?\u201d \u201cThe … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9684,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9687","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\/9687","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=9687"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9687\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9707,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9687\/revisions\/9707"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9684"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9687"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9687"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9687"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}