The key looked too small to carry so much expectation.<\/p>\n
It rested in Sophie\u2019s palm while the adults around her spoke in low voices about banks, identification, access rules, and whether a seven-year-old could legally be listed on anything involving a safe-deposit box.<\/p>\n
Sophie ignored most of that.<\/p>\n
She kept looking at the key.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis was Mom\u2019s?\u201d<\/p>\n
Renee nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour first mom\u2019s, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd she gave it to you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell anyone before?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question was not accusatory.<\/p>\n
That almost made it harder.<\/p>\n
Renee folded her arms across herself.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she asked me not to unless something happened to her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut something did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeven years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Renee lowered her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ethan glanced toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened after the accident?\u201d<\/p>\n
Renee took a breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cI tried to contact Richard.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me everything was being handled.\u201d<\/p>\n
Renee looked at Sophie.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said you were safe and that the family did not need more complications.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ethan\u2019s mouth tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Renee continued carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told him Isabella had left instructions with me. He said if they concerned Sophie, I should give them to him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time, Ethan looked almost relieved.<\/p>\n
Renee glanced at the key.<\/p>\n
\u201cIsabella had been very specific. She said Richard was not to control what happened to that box.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
Sophie looked between them.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom didn\u2019t trust Grandpa.\u201d<\/p>\n
Renee did not soften the truth.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot completely.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room settled into a silence filled with old consequences.<\/p>\n
Then Sophie asked, \u201cSo why didn\u2019t you find me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Renee\u2019s face crumpled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI tried.\u201d<\/p>\n
She opened the large envelope she had brought.<\/p>\n
Inside were copies of letters.<\/p>\n
Requests sent to attorneys.<\/p>\n
Notes from social workers.<\/p>\n
Returned mail.<\/p>\n
One page documenting that Sophie\u2019s placement information was confidential.<\/p>\n
Renee spread them across Ethan\u2019s desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew your first name. I knew your birth date. I knew roughly where you had been placed. But I didn\u2019t know your new surname.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy name changed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Renee nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat made it much harder.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you give up?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer was immediate.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI waited too much.\u201d<\/p>\n
Renee sat down.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told myself if Sophie was safe, maybe looking for her would disturb her life. I told myself there would be a right age.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt the irony of that sentence.<\/p>\n
A right age.<\/p>\n
The phrase had governed too many adults in Sophie\u2019s life.<\/p>\n
Richard.<\/p>\n
Renee.<\/p>\n
Me.<\/p>\n
Everyone waiting for a future version of the child who would supposedly be more ready for truth than the real child asking questions in front of us.<\/p>\n
Sophie frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat age?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what Mom said.\u201d<\/p>\n
Renee looked at me.<\/p>\n
I gave a small nod.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie sighed with exaggerated frustration.<\/p>\n
\u201cAdults keep waiting for ages that don\u2019t exist.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel, who had been quiet near the door, whispered, \u201cShe\u2019s not wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
Renee looked toward the photographs on the desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did you find Ethan?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie grinned.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe found me because Mrs. Parker didn\u2019t like my picture.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mrs. Parker, who had remained after school for this conversation, looked like she wanted the floor to open beneath her.<\/p>\n
Sophie saw it and quickly added, \u201cBut she fixed it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you,\u201d Mrs. Parker murmured.<\/p>\n
Renee stared at Ethan.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou really didn\u2019t know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cIsabella would have hated that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was the first moment they looked at each other not as strangers connected by Sophie, but as two people who had both lost the same woman in different ways.<\/p>\n
Renee had been Isabella\u2019s closest friend.<\/p>\n
Ethan had been her brother.<\/p>\n
There were years of Isabella\u2019s life each knew that the other did not.<\/p>\n
Sophie noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know Uncle Ethan when he was little?\u201d<\/p>\n
Renee smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
\u201cUnfortunately.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ethan looked offended.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou once put a dead frog in Isabella\u2019s backpack.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was nine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe screamed so loudly a neighbor called your mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret covered her mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cI had forgotten that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie stared at Ethan with delighted horror.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI regret joining this family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were already in it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel laughed.<\/p>\n
For one minute, the room became ordinary.<\/p>\n
Then Renee looked down at the key.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe bank closes at five.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone checked the clock.<\/p>\n
Four fifteen.<\/p>\n
Sophie stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why are we sitting here?\u201d<\/p>\n
The safe-deposit box could not be opened that afternoon.<\/p>\n
Reality proved less cooperative than urgency.<\/p>\n
The bank needed documentation.<\/p>\n
Renee was still listed as the primary renter, but the access instructions mentioning Sophie required review.<\/p>\n
The branch manager agreed to meet us the following morning.<\/p>\n
Sophie considered this an unacceptable system.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Mom said I could see it, why does a bank get to decide?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause banks like paperwork more than people,\u201d Daniel said.<\/p>\n
I elbowed him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s accurate.\u201d<\/p>\n
That night, Sophie slept badly.<\/p>\n
I knew because at one thirteen in the morning, she appeared beside our bed carrying her pillow.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I stay?\u201d<\/p>\n
I moved over.<\/p>\n
She climbed between us.<\/p>\n
For several minutes, she lay silently.<\/p>\n
Then she whispered, \u201cWhat if the letter is bad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if Mom says she didn\u2019t want me?\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything we\u2019ve found says the opposite.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut what if?\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
The fear beneath every photograph.<\/p>\n
Every question.<\/p>\n
Every new discovery.<\/p>\n
Love from dead people is difficult for children because it cannot be renewed through ordinary acts.<\/p>\n
There are no school pickups.<\/p>\n
No bedtime kisses.<\/p>\n
No birthday calls.<\/p>\n
Only evidence.<\/p>\n
Letters.<\/p>\n
Photographs.<\/p>\n
Stories told by survivors.<\/p>\n
And evidence can feel fragile.<\/p>\n
I brushed hair away from Sophie\u2019s forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we would read it together.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think it could say that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did you say we\u2019d read it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I don\u2019t want to promise you what a letter says before we know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She thought about that.<\/p>\n
Then nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
A minute later she asked, \u201cWhat if it says Grandpa was mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe already know he hurt people.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan dead people get in trouble?\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot school trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what happens?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe tell the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
She was quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cEven if it makes them look bad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEven family?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEspecially family.\u201d<\/p>\n
That seemed to satisfy her.<\/p>\n
By the time we arrived at the bank the next morning, Ethan was already there.<\/p>\n
So were Margaret and Renee.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Parker was not.<\/p>\n
She had a classroom to teach.<\/p>\n
Daniel had taken the morning off work.<\/p>\n
The branch manager led us into a private room after checking Renee\u2019s identification and reviewing the papers Isabella had left.<\/p>\n
The safe-deposit box was longer than Sophie expected.<\/p>\n
She looked disappointed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought it would look like a treasure chest.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ethan whispered, \u201cMe too.\u201d<\/p>\n
The manager left us alone.<\/p>\n
Renee placed the small key into one lock while using the bank\u2019s key in the other.<\/p>\n
The lid opened.<\/p>\n
Inside were two thick envelopes, a photo album, three cassette tapes, a small velvet pouch, and a rectangular metal tin.<\/p>\n
Sophie whispered, \u201cWhoa.\u201d<\/p>\n
Renee touched nothing at first.<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven\u2019t opened this since Isabella gave me access.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ethan looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never checked?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did you know what was inside?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told me the general contents.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie reached for the photo album, then stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She opened it.<\/p>\n
The first pages showed Isabella as a teenager.<\/p>\n
School dances.<\/p>\n
A camping trip.<\/p>\n
Her first car.<\/p>\n
Pictures Ethan had never seen.<\/p>\n
He leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did she get that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Renee smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe stole my camera constantly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course she did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Several pages later, Michael appeared.<\/p>\n
At first occasionally.<\/p>\n
Then everywhere.<\/p>\n
Michael holding a paint roller.<\/p>\n
Michael asleep on a couch.<\/p>\n
Michael and Isabella eating takeout on moving boxes.<\/p>\n
Michael holding baby clothes against his chest.<\/p>\n
Sophie touched every page.<\/p>\n
Then she found an ultrasound image taped carefully beneath clear plastic.<\/p>\n
She stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Renee said.<\/p>\n
Sophie tilted the album.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t even see a person.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel pointed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat little shape there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApproximately.\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cBabies are weird.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ethan laughed.<\/p>\n
Then Sophie opened the velvet pouch.<\/p>\n
Inside was a delicate silver necklace with a small oval pendant.<\/p>\n
Renee inhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wondered where that went.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIsabella\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I wear it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Renee quickly said, \u201cIt belongs to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I checked the chain.<\/p>\n
It looked sturdy enough.<\/p>\n
I fastened it around Sophie\u2019s neck.<\/p>\n
She touched the pendant.<\/p>\n
The gesture was so much like Isabella in the home video that Ethan turned away.<\/p>\n
Next came the metal tin.<\/p>\n
Inside were copies of every letter we had already found.<\/p>\n
But also others.<\/p>\n
Many others.<\/p>\n
Letters to Richard.<\/p>\n
Margaret.<\/p>\n
Ethan.<\/p>\n
Renee.<\/p>\n
Michael\u2019s parents.<\/p>\n
Even one addressed to \u201cwhoever is caring for Sophie if I can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt my chest tighten.<\/p>\n
Sophie saw the envelope.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
She handed it to me.<\/p>\n
My name was not on it.<\/p>\n
Of course not.<\/p>\n
Isabella had written it before knowing who would ever need to read it.<\/p>\n
The handwriting across the front said:<\/p>\n
For the person who gets to raise my daughter if I don\u2019t.<\/p>\n
I could not open it.<\/p>\n
Not yet.<\/p>\n
Daniel put one hand over mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cLater.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
Ethan was looking at the two thick envelopes.<\/p>\n
One had a handwritten list of names:<\/p>\n
Sophie.
\nEthan.
\nMom.
\nDad.<\/p>\n
The other simply read:<\/p>\n
After we are together again.<\/p>\n
Sophie looked at Renee.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich one?\u201d<\/p>\n
Renee pointed to the first.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is the letter I told you about.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ethan touched the envelope but did not lift it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho decides when \u2018together again\u2019 counts?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie answered immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re together.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret looked at the empty chair beside her.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie looked at the box.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe can\u2019t be.\u201d<\/p>\n
No one replied.<\/p>\n
She continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom can\u2019t either.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice was calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo if we wait for everybody, nobody reads it ever.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ethan looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s a good point.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie took the envelope.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I open it?\u201d<\/p>\n
No one stopped her.<\/p>\n
She tore the top carefully.<\/p>\n
Inside were four folded pages.<\/p>\n
The first line read:<\/p>\n
If all four of you are hearing this together, then some miracle happened.<\/p>\n
Ethan closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
Sophie continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf not, then whoever is there will have to do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret gave a broken laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew us.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie handed the pages to Ethan.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou read.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did.<\/p>\n
Isabella wrote that she had been thinking about family since becoming pregnant.<\/p>\n
Not family as blood.<\/p>\n
Family as responsibility.<\/p>\n
Family as the people who tell the truth when silence is easier.<\/p>\n
She wrote that Richard had taught her strength but confused strength with control.<\/p>\n
That Margaret had taught her kindness but too often used kindness to avoid conflict.<\/p>\n
That Ethan had made her laugh more than anyone in the house and had been the person she most regretted losing.<\/p>\n
Ethan stopped twice.<\/p>\n
The second time Sophie took his hand.<\/p>\n
Isabella wrote directly to Richard:<\/p>\n
Dad, if you are hearing this, I still love you.<\/p>\n
Margaret began to cry.<\/p>\n
But love does not make you right.<\/p>\n
Ethan\u2019s mouth tightened.<\/p>\n
You were wrong to make my marriage a test of loyalty.<\/p>\n
Wrong to make Ethan feel he had to choose.<\/p>\n
Wrong to make Mom live between us.<\/p>\n
I hope someday you can admit that without treating it like defeat.<\/p>\n
Then came Margaret.<\/p>\n
Mom, I know why you stayed quiet.<\/p>\n
You thought peace was the same thing as love.<\/p>\n
It isn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
Sometimes peace is only fear with good manners.<\/p>\n
Margaret covered her face.<\/p>\n
Sophie leaned toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret nodded through her hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. But keep going.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ethan continued.<\/p>\n
To Ethan:<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know if you are angry with me.<\/p>\n
I am angry with you sometimes.<\/p>\n
Mostly because missing you hurts less when I pretend you chose it.<\/p>\n
Ethan\u2019s voice broke.<\/p>\n
But I know Dad.<\/p>\n
I know how silence grows around him.<\/p>\n
If you ever read this, I want you to know I never stopped being your sister.<\/p>\n
Ethan lowered the letter.<\/p>\n
Sophie reached over and tapped the page.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s more.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He wiped his face.<\/p>\n
Then Isabella addressed Sophie.<\/p>\n
Baby girl, you are the only person on this list who owes nobody anything.<\/p>\n
Sophie stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do not owe us forgiveness.<\/p>\n
You do not owe us loyalty.<\/p>\n
You do not owe us a version of the past that makes us feel better.<\/p>\n
You are allowed to love all of us.<\/p>\n
You are allowed to be angry at any of us.<\/p>\n
You are allowed to build a family larger than the one you were born into.<\/p>\n
I felt Daniel\u2019s hand tighten around mine.<\/p>\n
Then the final lines:<\/p>\n
If something happens to me and someone else raises you, do not ever believe they are less your family because they came later.<\/p>\n
Love is not a chair with one seat.<\/p>\n
Nobody has to stand up for someone else to sit down.<\/p>\n
Sophie looked at me.<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s like the other letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ethan continued.<\/p>\n
And if this family is ever together again, please do one thing for me.<\/p>\n
Tell the truth about what happened.<\/p>\n
Then stop making the next generation pay for it.<\/p>\n
The room was silent.<\/p>\n
The bank\u2019s ventilation system hummed above us.<\/p>\n
Cars moved outside.<\/p>\n
People deposited checks and complained about wait times and lived ordinary mornings.<\/p>\n
Inside that private room, a seven-year-old held the hand of the uncle she had known for two days and the grandmother she had known for less than one.<\/p>\n
Sophie looked around.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid we do it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Renee asked, \u201cDo what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGet together again.\u201d<\/p>\n
No one answered at first.<\/p>\n
Then Ethan nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie touched Isabella\u2019s necklace.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we have to stop paying.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean to you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie looked at the photographs spread across the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she pointed to the second thick envelope.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut maybe she does.\u201d<\/p>\n
Every adult looked at it.<\/p>\n
After we are together again.<\/p>\n
Ethan picked it up.<\/p>\n
It was heavier than a letter should have been.<\/p>\n
He opened it.<\/p>\n
Something metallic dropped onto the table.<\/p>\n
A second key.<\/p>\n
Attached to it was a paper tag.<\/p>\n
On one side, Isabella had written an address.<\/p>\n
On the other:<\/p>\n
For the house where everything started.<\/p>\n
The key looked too small to carry so much expectation. It rested in Sophie\u2019s palm while the adults around her spoke in low voices about banks, identification, access rules, and … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1394,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1407","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-drama-sory"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lastestdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1407","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lastestdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lastestdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lastestdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lastestdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1407"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/lastestdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1407\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1442,"href":"https:\/\/lastestdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1407\/revisions\/1442"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lastestdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1394"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lastestdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1407"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lastestdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1407"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lastestdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1407"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}