Barbara Taylor Bradford
Letter From a Stranger
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ISBN: 9780007304134
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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Version: 2017-11-16
Dedication
Again for my husband Bob, and as always
with my love
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Prologue
Istanbul: April 2004
Prologue
The letter, contemplated and worried about for such a long…
Part One
The Letter
One
The view from the second-floor terrace was panoramic, and breathtaking.
Two
Later that afternoon, when Daisy was taking a nap, Justine…
Three
The moment they entered Richard’s glass-enclosed studio, Justine sat down…
Four
Once Richard had left with Daisy, Justine walked slowly down…
Five
‘You look great,’ Joanne Brandon exclaimed, walking across the worn…
Six
Tita brought coffee to the drawing room, and then disappeared.
Part Two
The Search
Seven
Justine recognized Iffet Özgönül at once. It helped, of course,…
Eight
A voice filled the room. A man’s voice. Melodic. Slightly…
Nine
They were in the middle of the teeming city in…
Ten
The man cut quite a swathe as he walked through…
Eleven
Istanbul. City of contrasts. European. Oriental. Exotic, Justine wrote in…
Twelve
Several hours later, Justine and Iffet boarded the sleek white…
Part Three
The Reunion
Thirteen
The driver had turned the boat around, and now it…
Fourteen
Justine, who had been frustrated all week, felt frustrated once…
Fifteen
The afternoon tea party was a jolly event, and everyone…
Sixteen
Michael Dalton was sitting on the terrace of the Çiragan…
Seventeen
The moment they were alone, Gabriele took hold of Justine’s…
Eighteen
It was a beautiful night, the midnight-blue sky sprinkled with…
Nineteen
‘And that, Richard, is Gran’s story of the estrangement, and…
Part Four
Coup de Foudre
Twenty
Michael sat down next to Justine on the garden seat,…
Twenty-One
‘This is the most beautiful fabric,’ Justine said, looking at…
Twenty-Two
Michael was waiting for her at the jetty as they…
Twenty-Three
Sitting back, Justine stared at herself in the mirror and…
Twenty-Four
It was one o’clock in the morning when Michael and…
Twenty-Five
They lay together side by side, catching their breath, both…
Part Five
The Mystery
Twenty-Six
Gabriele was, by nature, an early riser, and on this…
Twenty-Seven
Anita and Gabriele saw them off at the jetty, waving…
Twenty-Eight
Anita was sitting on Gabriele’s terrace, studying a floor plan,…
Twenty-Nine
The three women walked across the terrace and into Gabriele’s…
Thirty
After Anita had retreated to her own yali to rest,…
Thirty-One
Later that afternoon, Justine went out to the gardens to…
Thirty-Two
Once they had finished tea, which had been a bit…
Thirty-Three
The following afternoon, once Gabriele was ready to leave for…
Thirty-Four
Justine remained on the bed, trying to rest. Exhausted from…
Thirty-Five
Justine was about to pick up her grandmother’s book when…
Thirty-Six
The moment Justine walked into the bedroom she picked up…
Thirty-Seven
‘So tell me,’ Michael said, when Justine remained silent at…
Thirty-Eight
After