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At the sound of the doorbell, I scurried down the hallway and opened the front door. Greg, Natalie and Geoff were standing on the other side on the front porch, their faces illuminated green thanks to the sensor light shining through the green shadecloth. I opened the screen door so that they could step inside. Geoff placed his arms around me and wrapped me into an embrace. He pressed a brief kiss to my lips.

“I love you.”

Greg and Natalie had long left us, to catch up with Mum and Dad in the kitchen. When we eventually joined them, I noticed a heavier dusting of makeup across Natalie’s eyelids and cheeks than I’d grown accustomed to her wearing. After dinner, she and Greg returned home, while Geoff stayed to continue the chats we’d been having over the meal, as the two of us retreated to my bedroom.

“Of course I want to have kids.”

“That’s not something you say when you have a nineteen-year-old girlfriend.”

“Are you saying you don’t want kids?”

“Oh, no, I never said that,” I assured him. “Just not for another ten years.”

“That’s fine.”

“Let’s just sleep,” I urged with a smile, and the two of us lay down together.


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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