To the world, he was a little boy who went missing on the Fourth of July. He was everything to me.

When Oliver disappeared, my heart broke. I didn't know how to continue living. But more than twenty years passed, I learned to cope with the unbearable feeling of emptiness in my soul, and everything went as usual.

The last thing I expected was that after so many years I would again see my childhood friend, who had disappeared for so long. But here he is, standing right in front of me. Tormented by fate and survived terrible trials.

His name is Oliver Lynch. And this is his story.

Our story.