Aiba listened to the voicemail once already, but then there was no harm in listening to it again before he slipped his cell phone shut. The attack that morning to the hospital had been… He sighed. Thinking about it was only going to make his head hurt. He’d been thinking about the situation for most of the day. He’d been busy enough to forget to check his phone for any messages and missed calls. It was a good thing too, just hearing the voice on his phone had made him feel far better than he had... read more
