Hubert Raymund couldn't find a place for himself.
He had been waiting for a phone call from Adam for several hours, but it wasn't coming.
Damn, this was highly disturbing.
Hubert felt irritated. He decided to give Lechoń enough time and called him himself.
The young lawyer did not answer.
Raymund was already ready to get into his car and immediately drive to Adam's apartment when he received a text message from him.
"I have a headache. I took my pills and went to bed. We'll talk another time. Sorry."
Okay, well that's fine. I guess.
No, it wasn't fine. Raymund's anxiety was only slightly lowered, not completely dispelled. Adam gave a sign of life, explained that he was feeling unwell, but that didn't mean that Hubert would just stop worrying about him. On the contrary, Raymund's heart felt uncomfortable knowing that Lechoń was suffering. For this beautiful, noble man should never suffer again in his life. Hadn't Hubert promised him that he would protect him?