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I rang the doorbell at Callista’s family home. After waiting for a moment, I heard footsteps from within the house, before the door finally was opened, by Violet.

“Hello, Nina,” she greeted. “Come inside.”

I stepped up onto the front doorstep, which allowed Violet to close the door again behind me.

“Oh, I heard the terrible news about Joel Griffiths,” she mentioned.

My heart thumped faster.

“It is very terrible news,” I agreed, leaving it at that.

Violet was a tender soul. Yet, this wasn’t exactly what I wanted to be discussing, when we were supposed to be celebrating Callista’s hens’ party. I craved the light, rather than the dark. Violet and I lingered for a moment. Finally, I raised the bottle of pineapple and coconut juice I’d bought.

“Would you like to put that in the fridge?” Violet offered.

Thankfully, she was starting to read my mood.

“Yes, please,” I accepted, standing over the bottle.


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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