Literature
Just a Martyr: Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
The radio in his car was usually full of static and hissing, but today of all days it seemed worse than usual, the spitting static almost completely masking the disturbing news.
Aizawa cursed quietly, slapping the dashboard open-palmed as if it would unscramble the loose connection he suspected was the cause of the bad signal.
Not now. Come on, not now…
His day thus far had sucked to the enth degree, and he had a feeling it was about to get a whole lot worse. He’d gotten home late that night, like every other night, and had been woken up before sunup because Yumi and Eriko were having an argument in the kitche