When all that shit went down with Gacho and his men, Javier hated himself more than he’s ever had before. He should have said don’t go, he should have protected her. But he didn’t.

She suffered like hell that night which caused her a lot of trauma. When Javier and the Search Bloc found her, it was too late. Her body was like a used rag; horribly injured like a punching bag without clothes on.

Javier watched the plane takes off, sending her faraway from Colombia for her healing journey.