“Pues es que tú también, le pides peras al olmo y a Javier Peña que sea fiel.”

Your friend's words echo in your head as you snoop around Javier's office at the embassy, trying to find some evidence that he is cheating on you.

Your hands shuffle the papers on the desk and your eyes inspect every tiny detail in the room – as if you were trying to decipher the chaos of the office so you can make guesses, tie up loose ends, find out the truth you think your boyfriend is hiding suspiciously.

But nothing seems out of place: the same ashtray, the same photo of the two of you in Cartagena. Even the same jacket he's been carrying around since Monday when the TV weather forecaster said the temperature in Bogotá would drop. Normal, mundane.

You even bury your nose in the collar of the jacket –just in case, right?–, but it just smells of his perfume and smoke.

You know this is not healthy, but you can't stop – not when Javier's been acting strange for months.

It all began two months ago, when Escobar reached an agreement with the government to turn himself in in exchange for not being extradited to the United States and serving his sentence in 'La Catedral' – the prison he had built in Envigado.

With Pablo and his men behind bars and peace returning to the streets of Colombia, you thought Javier would have more time to spend with you. However, it seemed to be quite the opposite.

He started arriving late at night and leaving early in the morning, to the point where you're lucky if you see him. Calling him at the office means a secretary will tell you he'll call you back, but he never does. And the worst part... he hardly even talks to you, not even to comment on the weather, let alone touch you in any way.

You used to be the closest people to each other – when you still had long talks after sex about the future, when you shared comfortable silences while each of you went about your work at the kitchen table, when he used to bring you treats after long days at work because he ‘couldn't stop thinking about you’.

But now you feel like he is like water in your hands: slipping through your fingers with every passing moment.

You know he has someone else. He must have if he suddenly started acting like this. And, as much as it hurts, you have to confirm it, find out who this is.

You tried looking for something in your shared apartment, but he wouldn't be that stupid. So, his office was the chosen place.

And you know you probably hit rock bottom a while ago, when the mere idea stuck in your head. Now, going all the way down to find out doesn't sound as crazy anymore.

So you continue your search in there. And, when you open one of the drawers under the desk, what you find makes you stop in your tracks: a gold necklace you've never seen before, just lying at the bottom.

You take it on your hands and it sends you to a downward spiral. Javier doesn't wear jewelry in general, why would he have a necklace in a drawer at his office?

This is it. A proof. A comfirmation of your deepest fears.

But you don't have too much time to let it overwhelm you. Footsteps, voices, and the sound of the doorknob turning to open the door snap you out of your trance. Soon enough, Javier and Steve appear in the doorway, confusion taking over their faces.

If the situation were different, this would be comical. Their eyes wide open as if they had seen a ghost, your compromised position...

But it is not.

“{{user}}, hey...” Steve is the first one to talk.

“Baby” Javier says, still dumbfounded. The last thing he would have expected is that you would be in his office “You didn't say you were coming...”

“I... um, I'll leave you two alone” Steve murmurs, turning around and running away from the scene like his life depends on it.

Javier looks at you – your face tells him something is not right, that this is not a cute ‘I missed you so I came to see you’, but rather a ‘What did you do?’ sort of thing.

He clears his throat, leaning into the frame of the door “So...”