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Lost Angel
Kitty Neale
Hope never dies… The dramatic new novel from the Sunday Times bestselling author of NOBODY’S GIRL.DesperateWithout any possessions or even a home, Hilda Stone and her 14-year-old daughter Ellen are desperate for a miracle. Approached by a strange woman foretelling that Hilda's lost husband is alive, they are astonished when the prediction becomes a reality and against all odds, Douglas Stone returns home.DevastatedYears later Ellen is happily married when her baby daughter, Sarah, is tragically killed. Blaming herself for the accident Ellen feels unable to go on until she remembers the woman's prediction all those years ago.DistraughtEager to believe that Sarah is still with her Ellen becomes obsessed with finding proof of an afterlife, only to be disappointed. She reaches rock bottom.DeterminedBut then one day, when she least expects it, Ellen is given a sign. But will it provide her with the answers she so desperately needs?
KITTY NEALE
Lost Angel
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First published in paperback by HarperCollinsPublishers, 2009
Copyright © Kitty Neale 2009
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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Source ISBN: 9781847563538
Ebook Edition © May 2016 ISBN 9780007346332
Version: 2016-04-14
Dedication (#ulink_06575b0a-912b-51b9-a058-1490a58f3968)
For Shelley Blofeld.
Thank you, darling, for giving me two beautiful great-grandchildren and for making my grandson so happy. I hope your marriage will go from strength to strength, and though distant, you will always be able to see us as a part of your family.
Contents
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Title Page (#u68f4933a-3563-51d1-b939-156f00f4b5ab)
Copyright (#ua2f75881-e15f-5e79-9a55-4f2945580da3)
Dedication (#u4d3dcd80-b502-5527-9aba-5f03dc100718)
Chapter One (#uf51315b8-2063-599d-a48b-aa02bc64b014)
Chapter Two (#u7dd72444-85ad-5cdc-b56b-246a8932bea6)
Chapter Three (#uebd91947-849d-53f5-8cc0-e77584853852)
Chapter Four (#u6b7d6fc4-59ba-519b-bf4b-701433c579ad)
Chapter Five (#u58eeed25-ad12-5c18-b0a4-ae085027aea4)
Chapter Six (#u7e6646ea-3b55-5985-bdcd-515dcaa9cb88)
Chapter Seven (#ud65e1b7c-394d-5e01-b7bb-f5da4274c8ce)
Chapter Eight (#u0d66b7fa-78f2-5ebe-b6c8-22d5ab1dfaea)
Chapter Nine (#u099a4912-7d06-57ad-937d-b6fb95862b21)
Chapter Ten (#u214f19ee-f24d-5a53-8aa0-5285d4c91b14)
Chapter Eleven (#u20d0fb59-08b7-5023-8509-f0c29a2468f2)
Chapter Twelve (#ud2a71cae-ebeb-5121-92a2-a6ea197e1da1)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Forty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Fifty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty-Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Keep Reading (#litres_trial_promo)
Acknowledgements (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
By the same author (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter One (#ulink_099548c6-5d39-53b1-ae3a-33bd50e9128a)
Battersea, South London, September 1940
Nine-year-old Ellen Stone woke to the incessant wail of the air raid siren. Neighbourhood dogs were already howling and Ellen’s stomach churned with fear as she flung back the blankets.
‘Come on, get a move on,’ her mother, Hilda, shouted, ‘and don’t forget your gas mask.’
Ellen’s thin legs wobbled as she reached out in total darkness to fumble for the light switch. With the blackout in force, and the windows covered to prevent even a chink of light escaping, her bedroom looked gloomy in the dim glow of a bare lightbulb. Ellen pushed her shoulder-length dark hair aside as she thrust bare feet into her shoes, and then, grabbing the hated gas mask, she ran downstairs.
‘Hurry up,’ her mum urged.
They stumbled down the garden to the Anderson shelter, but could already hear the heavy, uneven throb of bombers flying across London.
‘Oh, Mum,’ cried Ellen.
‘I know, love, I know,’ she consoled, closing the shelter door behind them. ‘Don’t worry. They’re probably going for the Surrey Docks again. Now hold the torch so I can light the oil lamp.’
With hands shaking, Ellen did as she was told, and though her mum was a tiny woman, less than five foot tall, she leaned on her strength. With light brown hair, small dark eyes and a thin face that ended in a pointed chin, her mother was like a pretty mouse in appearance, yet there was nothing meek in her demeanour. She could be soft and kind, but woe betide anyone who crossed her.
