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Ongoing

“Hello Nina.” Timmy’s reserved voice startled me.


I popped up suddenly from behind the counter, where I had been sorting the returned books.


“Have you heard any news about your brother, Mitchell?” Timmy asked.


I placed my palms down on the counter.


“The public appeal hasn’t been fruitful so far,” I told him. “We still don’t know where he is.”


Timmy pulled a face of empathy.


“You’re more than welcome to come to our meeting again tonight,” he allowed.


I smiled feebly.


“Thank you, I was planning to stay,” I revealed. “I just need to finish packing up the library.”


“Do you need any help?” Timmy offered.


I shook my head.


“I’m alright, thanks, it’s my job, after all,” I answered.


Timmy nodded, pursing his lips. He ambled over to the storeroom door, which he unlocked with his key to retrieve the chairs.


 

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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