The Secret of Nightingale Wood

We stood together, looking up at the new house – Father, Mama, Nanny Jane, Piglet and me. It was large and old, almost falling down in places, with gently bulging walls and a steep, tiled roof that was etched with lichen. The sign on the gatepost read HOPE HOUSE.
‘It’s a fresh start,’ Father said.
Mama didn’t say anything. She just stared at our strange new home, and then turned to stare at Father.
‘Come on, Piglet,’ I whispered to the baby. ‘Let’s have a look around.’