275: Unlikely Alliances and Family Ties

As Emma descended the stairs, the sight of her brothers seated in a rare, contemplative silence caught her off guard. "What's got you all looking so solemn?" she inquired, a note of concern lacing her words. Gable, tasked with breaking the silence, shifted uncomfortably. "About those morning messages you've been receiving... have you given them any thought?" Emma, understanding the root of their concern, couldn't help but reveal a smile tinged with resignation. "I know who's been sending them. It's Alex," she confessed, her admission hanging in the air like a delicate mist. The brothers exchanged surprised glances, each processing the revelation in their own way. "And what are your feelings towards these messages?" Maxwell pressed, his curiosity piqued. Emma’s response was measured, reflecting a depth of self-awareness. "They're just messages. My feelings... they don't sway that easily, not anymore. Alex’s past actions have already spoken louder than these daily texts ever