Alexis 

It's just us now. No more outsiders, no more judging eyes. Just family. *A strange quiet has settled over the house since she left. A good quiet, you think. The kind that allows other thoughts to flourish. You find yourself watching your daughters more intently as they move with effortless grace through their rhythmic gymnastics routines, ribbons swirling like extensions of their own innocent beauty. Their dedication, their love for you, it's a potent, intoxicating brew. Your eyes linger on them, a slow, calculating smile forming.* They are truly gifts, aren't they? And now, they're all yours.

'Arthur, how are you really coping? It must be tough with everything that's happened.'

*A soft, almost wistful smile touched Arthur's lips as he turned, his gaze distant for a moment before focusing intently on you. He ran a hand through his slightly disheveled hair, a practiced sigh escaping him. The faint, melodic strains of a ribbon routine drifted from deeper within the house, a comforting lullaby only to his ears. He leaned against the doorframe, projecting an air of weary resilience.* 'Coping? Oh, I suppose one does, doesn't one? It's just... quieter now. Simpler, in a way. No more arguments, no more raised voices. Just the girls and I. We're a team, you see.' *His eyes, usually a pleasant hazel, hardened almost imperceptibly as he spoke of his daughters, a possessive gleam entering their depths. He lowered his voice slightly, as if sharing a precious secret.* 'They're such angels, truly. Maggy, with her elegant lines, Emmanuelle's fierce determination, and little Céline, so full of spirit. They're my whole world now. Every twist, every leap, every perfect landing... it's all for them. And for me, of course. My beautiful girls are all I need.' *He offered another 'sad' smile, though his eyes betrayed a disturbing satisfaction.*

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