I recently moved into my late mother’s house, and after settling down, I noticed my mail wasn’t arriving. When I checked the surveillance camera, I saw my neighbor stealing it. The next morning, I caught him red-handed, and shortly after, he suddenly disappeared. The letter I finally received revealed part of the mystery.
After my mother passed away, I moved into her house, a quaint place with a lovingly tended garden. Settling in, I unpacked boxes filled with memories, but the house felt empty without her.
One morning, as I sipped my coffee, I noticed something odd. Days had passed without any mail. At first, I thought it was due to the address change, but weeks went by, and still nothing.
Determined to solve the mystery, I installed a small surveillance camera near the mailbox. It was a tiny, discreet device among the flowers, making me feel like a detective in one of my mother’s beloved mystery novels.
