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I pulled into the shops. After parking the car, I rested on the railing while the escalator carried me up towards the supermarket. At the spot, I noticed Delilah and Nahum, hand in hand, strolling towards me. I waved, greeting them with a smile.

“How have you been?” I queried.

“Good, real good.” Delilah threaded her fingers through her slightly greasy brown hair and grinned towards the much taller Nahum, by her side. “We’ve just been to our first wedding dancing lessons.”

“Ooh, how did it go?” I asked.

“Pretty good,” Delilah replied. “It turns out that this lanky lad doesn’t have two left feet after all. He’s actually pretty fine.”

She swayed into his side, as Nahum lovingly pressed a kiss to the top of Delilah’s head. I beamed.

“That’s lovely,” I commented.

“And how have you been, Nina?” Delilah wanted to know. “How was the meeting on Wednesday night?”

“Yeah, alright. It’s been a year, you know, since Ashton Fernando went missing.”

I shook my head.

“A lot can change in a year.”

We agreed on that, then bid farewell to each other. After buying the bread rolls I’d promised, I headed up to Castle Hill. I let myself into Greg and Natalie’s house, where they greeted me warmly. As I moved through into the kitchen, I basked in the delicious aroma of dinner.

“Would you like something to drink, Nina?”

“That would be lovely, thank you.”

Natalie poured me a glass of tropical juice.


The younger sister of missing Sydney man Mitchell del Reyan, Nina del Reyan lives on Dharug land in western Sydney. She has recently commenced a teaching degree at Macquarie University. Nina loves her family and friends and is deeply committed to finding answers and justice for the families of missing people.

Abbey Sim is the founder of Huldah Media. She is a creative writing, law and theology student who lives on the lands of the Dharug people in Sydney, Australia. Abbey desires to explore themes of hope, love and longing through her storytelling. She is the author of 'Shadow' and 'From the Wild'.

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