“How was your trip up the coast, Nina?” Timmy asked.

“Good, thanks,” I answered after a moment, regaining my concentration as we set out the chairs together. “It was good to get away and a couple of my cousins were there, so it was good to spend some time with them.”

When we heard the automatic doors parting, both Timmy and I glanced up. Zipporah passed through, yanking the black woollen scarf from around her neck and folding it over her arm. She removed her headphones from her ears, then smiled at us in greeting.

“Hello Timmy, Nina.” Zipporah nodded at us.

“Hello Zipporah,” I responded.

With the chairs laid out, we sat down on opposite sides of the circle.

“How has your week been?” I queried.

“Oh, same old, same old,” Zipporah answered. “How about yours?”

“I went up the coast with some friends at the end of last week. That was good.”

“Have you had any leads about your brother?”

“No, I haven’t.”


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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