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Zipporah rushed through the automatic doors and into the library, almost bumping into them before they parted. She was followed shortly after by Natalia carrying Jemima, baby vomit over both of them.


“Sorry, sorry, we had a little bit of an accident in the car.”


“Oh dear.”


We managed to get mother and daughter cleaned up. I felt overwhelmed. Even though I wanted to have children one day, I was glad that it seemed to be a long way off. I was relieved when I got to sit down and take a deep breath. Timmy scanned his eyes around the circle, once the support group meeting had gotten underway, to determine who would start with the news bear.


“Zipporah,” he answered.


She sat to attention. I hoped that I hadn’t given anything away. Once I got home from the meeting, I reached for my phone. I considered flicking through social media. Having not caught up on the episode of The Masked Singer which I’d missed, I didn’t want to be spoiled.


 

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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