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“Alright, I’m off.” Nahum leaned down a pressed a kiss to Delilah’s cheek. “Have fun, but not too much.”

He grinned cheekily. Delilah took her fiance’s hand in hers. The tear-shaped diamond fixed to her engagement ring glimmered in the sunlight, seeping through the windows of their Canterbury cottage.

“Of course,” Delilah agreed. “You too. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Nahum replied, then they kissed again, before he padded along the hallway, taking his bag and departing.

“Where’s Nahum off to?” I asked Delilah.

“His stag weekend,” she answered. “We tried to team them up, so that we were both away at the same time. He’s off to a vineyard in the Hunter Valley. That’s why they’re leaving tonight, because they’re going a bit further than us.”

“Fair enough,” I replied, then turned back to the table. “What time are the hair and makeup ladies getting here?”

Delilah flicked a glance briefly towards her watch.

“Soon,” she answered.

Almost on cue, the doorbell sounded.

“Speak of the devil,” Delilah quipped, “unless Nahum’s forgotten something.”


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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