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The television studios were only one stop down the train line from university. I wanted to make amends with Clara, to prevent the unnatural anger which I felt towards her from bubbling up again, to support her good nature and her desire to help. It did factor in that she and Hank seemed to rather love each other. All I had to do was give my name to be let in to the studio. I remained quiet, the bright lights warm. Clara’s back was to me, sitting in a folding chair with her tanned legs crossed, wearing shiny black heels. Ever the flirt, Timmy seemed to laugh easily at everything she said. Perhaps I hadn’t gotten any better at maintaining my rage, which I knew deep down was really just sorrow.

“Nina, I am so sorry,” Clara gushed, as soon as she laid eyes on me. “I’m really sorry.”

She burst to her feet and rushed over to give me a hug. I felt every bit like I was on set, consumed within a surreal world.

“Thank you,” I replied, for lack of something us to say.

We parted from the embrace.

“Come, take a seat,” Clara urged. “This is about you telling your story, Mitchell’s story.”


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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