271: Morning Messages Mystery

Emma's mornings had taken on a peculiar routine, punctuated by the digital chirps of her phone delivering morning greetings from an unknown admirer. This odd ritual, persisting for a week, left her more puzzled than pleased. The precision of the messages, arriving at 8 a.m. and 10 p.m. without fail, hinted at a deliberate intention, yet the sender's identity remained shrouded in mystery. Frustrated and unable to deduce the sender's identity, Emma sought the insight of her brother Maxwell, presenting the messages as evidence of what she perceived as his playful torment. "You've been idle for too long, haven't you? Resorting to this to pass the time?" she accused, only half in jest. Maxwell, caught off guard by the sudden pillow assault and accusation, quickly defended his innocence. "Me? Send these? Why would I bother with such a mundane task? Besides, if it were for a romantic interest, perhaps. But you, sister? Hardly." His tone, although dismissive, concealed a burgeoni