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I pulled up at the church and stepped out of the car, locking the door behind me and ambling down the path towards the doors.


“Hello, Nina,” a measured voice greeted me, which I recognised.


Cameron, a young man who had been in the same school year as Mitchell and Geoff, stepped into view, fiddling with his cuffs. He had been appointed as the youth minister, straight out of his theology degree, when I had been in Year 11, then been promoted earlier that year to lead the whole congregation. I didn’t exactly frequent the church, for a whole host of reasons, which would hopefully lessen now that Cameron was in charge.


“It’s really nice to see you.”


“Great to see you too. Cameron, listen, have you--?”


“Heard about Mitchell?”


“Yeah.”


“No, sadly not.”


I plastered on a grin.


“Hopefully tonight will help out with that.”


 

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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