tension in Taboo

The house didn't feel like mine anymore. Same street, same squeaky mailbox, same cracked stepping stones up to the front porch—but everything inside had shifted.

The first time I saw Mrs. Ellis after college, I almost didn't recognize her.

The first thing I noticed was the way he filled doorways now. Not that Derek had grown—he was twenty-three, same age as me—but somehow my eyes had learned a new way of measuring him.