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Fearless

I arrived at Callista’s family home in Winston Hills in the afternoon. It was the day before her wedding to Tom, compelling thoughts to race through my mind about the coming day.


“Hello, Nina,” Callista greeted me warmly as she stepped out onto the porch.


“Hi, Callista,” I replied, ambling over and greeting her with a hug.


“Come inside,” Callista urged. “I’m just finishing off the last of the jobs left before the big day tomorrow.”


We both stepped back inside the house and she closed the door behind me. Callista and I ambled over to the living room.


“Would you like a drink or something to eat, Nina?” she offered.


“A glass of water would be lovely, thank you,” I admitted, “but I can get it myself, if you don’t mind.”


Nonetheless, the bride-to-be was obliging. We worked through the pre-wedding tasks. For the first time in a while, I felt fearless. The summer heat embraced us both, even inside the house.


 

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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