Mystery In The Mailbox The next morning, Estella was nursing a rx online pharmacymild chocolate hangover. Lilith chided her, "That's what you get for eating the domestic stuff." Estella thought about having a second cup of coffee, but since she only kept decaf in the house, she figured it wouldn't help much. She tidied her apartment as usual before leaving for work. Upon arriving home that evening, Estella opened her mailbox and found (next to her Martha Stewart Living magazine) an envelope with no return address. There were two mysterious things about the envelope. The first was the postmark: Pittsburgh, PA. Estella couldn't think of anyone she knew in Pittsburgh except her aunt, who lived in a big old Victorian house and had a separate bedroom for each of her cats. She had sent Estella a hand knitted scarf-and-mitten combination each year for Christmas despite the fact that it rarely got below 60 degrees where Estella grew up. "Come to think of it," thought Estella, "Aunt Daisy died about 5 years ago." The second mysterious thing was that the address was stuck on in a cut-and-paste fashion using letters from a generic prescriptions magazine. She knew from watching more than her share of crime dramas that this was probably not a good sign. Estella ripped open the envelope. The letter inside was written with the same cut-and-paste technique. She reeled in shock as she read the words glued to the paper: "I know your secret. You can't hide anymore. Soon the whole world will know." Estella went into her apartment, made a cheap prescriptions cup of chamomile tea and got out the Oreos. She sat down to compose herself, and after a few minutes, she knew exactly what she needed to do.