[The envelope jangles and refuses to lie flat, and it comes via standard mail and is slipped into the mail slot for 1203.]
My babka says this is the right address for you, and so I'm writing to it. I'm not at home right now, or I would e-mail or come knock on your door, but Chicago didn't do me a bit of good health-wise, and I am going away for a little bit.
My name is Anya. Anya Chernyaev, and I've moved into Bellum recent. My mama was your mama's sister, and she gave me this old necklace that belonged to your mama when they were girls for proof. It's a cheap bauble, and I told her so, but she said our kind didn't measure worth in the same way others did.
This place, Stefan, it's odd.
You'll tell me more of it when I come on home. I'm living with Esme, and she says you live with her sister.