As I turn to introduce them I know she's not going to like her.

"But she is perfect!" I think. I don't say it, because I know my angel is already looking at her in thinly veiled contempt.

Her eyes are wide, and innocent, and I know Melissa wonders why I'm so nervous about this -knows I've been trying to build up the courage for this for weeks, months even, and thinks this is about her, but it isn't- but I know she's not, my little angel, my little broken angel.

She is looking at her like she did the others, all those other women I had to give up, because in the end none of them could do it, none of them could stand my perfect little angel.

She likes to tell them she's good. I've talked to her about misbehaving. She thinks she is a good girl, I really hope she does.

But she doesn't like them. And she will make them go away, one way or another.

I don't like having to move around so much, but she leaves me no other choice.

I had hoped Melissa would be the one, but by the look in my angel's eyes I can tell she won't.

It's a pity, I had grown used to this town.

Maybe if we leave now...

But no, I have to try.

I know my sweet, innocent girl doesn't mean to hurt them.

I know she doesn't.

Maybe she won't, not this time.

Maybe she'll like her.

I smile at Melissa, and pretend I don't see my angel's tiny fists press against her side, hidden in the folds of her dress.

Yes, this time everything will be different. I'm sure it will.