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“You’re not coming to dinner tonight, are you?” Mum checked when I walked into the kitchen.

“No,” I confirmed. “I’m not. We’re staying overnight at the spa place tonight.”

Mum bobbed her head, just before her two slices of toast emerged from the toaster.

“Have fun.” She grinned. “What time do you leave?”

I checked the digits of the microwave clock.

“Pretty much now,” I admitted.

“Have you packed?” Mum wanted to know.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Pretty much.”

I slipped my hands into the pockets of my jacket.

“I’ll be off now, I reckon.” I gave Mum a kiss on the cheek to say goodbye. “I’ll let you know if there’s anything I need.”

I took my bag with me and walked outside. On cue, Delilah pulled up her car. I slipped into the back seat, while Rebekah took my suitcase so that it could be slotted into the boot. As we set off on the journey, I tried to cast the events of the week out of my mind. Thankfully, the journey to the spa for the bachelorette weekend passed quickly. Delilah parked the car, in front of a large building painted silvery grey. Once the second vehicle was safely pulled up beside us, I stepped out of the passenger seat. Closing the door behind me, I slipped between the cars, standing in the free space. Delilah approached and lifted her sunglasses onto the top of her wavy brown hair, then briefly raised her gaze to the dull sky.

“Weather doesn’t look promising,” Rebekah reflected.

“Doesn’t really bother us,” Emilia pointed out. “Don’t need sunshine to drink wine.”

Rebekah giggled.

“That’s got quite a ring to it.” Delilah giggled.

“Well, it does rhyme,” Rebekah commented, taking a sip from her takeaway coffee cup.

A drop of rain fell and dribbled down my forehead.

“I think it’s coming,” I mentioned.


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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