True Things About Me - Pg 54

Gradually the way I felt about my house when the boy had been there eased off. I didn't feel like I was a visitor in my own home any more: someone who'd come for an interview, say, or for some unpleasant physical examination. It was my own place again. My welcoming, safe place. But now I was beginning to be afraid about how my house could change so quickly; one moment almost shutting me out, and then just as quickly drawing me in again. I didn't feel I could trust it anymore.