I became completely obsessed with the idea of finding Oliver. My boss agreed to let me write an article in the newspaper asking for people's help in finding him. After only 4 months and a single tik tok post, my story had gone viral. I was getting messages from all kinds of people trying to convince me they were or knew Oliver Westley. I was struggling to keep up with the bombardment and becoming extremely overwhelmed.


Trish set up a kind of sorting software to help me with all the emails, messages and notifications I had been getting. I didn't really understand it, but it seemed to be working. Instead of receiving hundreds of messages daily, my intake decreased to about 70. Emails that consisted of less than 7 words were sent straight to spam. Messages with words like LOL, WTF and Bruh were sent to spam. Trish had even made the system look for names and profile pictures that looked fake. There was no advertising. No baiting. No anonymous links. And I was shocked at the outcome. Still, I had no leads.


I continued my search. Using social media and my job at the paper to find any sliver of information on Oliver Westley. I was still hopeful, even as the days began to blur together. I slept. I ate. I worked. And I searched. Until finally, I had a lead.


It was a Saturday morning, I didn't have work and so it was a shock when I looked at my phone to see 17 voicemails from an anonymous number. Not messages. Not emails. Someone had tried to call me 17 times while I slept. The chances were slim, but the tiny voice in my head couldn't help but scream Oliver Westley.


It took a while before I built up the courage to call the number on my screen. It wasn't Oliver. A woman answered the phone, and my heart skipped a beat. The fact I even recognised it after all this time was a miracle. Jenette.


Jenette ended up paying for me to fly out and meet her. She no longer lived in the house at Keeruwi Place, but it was the same area. I was so nervous, my palms wouldn't stop sweating during the two-hour flight that felt like only second. We made small talk at first. My feelings for her were confused and I didn't know how to act.


It was Jenny who finally broke the ice when she said, "So you're looking for Oliver."