Ana's voice trembled as she spoke through the phone, her words rushed and filled with regret. "Sebby, Mom is so sorry… I forgot your birthday, sweetheart. I—I sent the new car model you wanted. It's already on the way. I know it's late but—please accept it…"
There was silence for a moment.
On the other end, Darkness sat lazily on a leather couch in the hotel lounge, legs crossed, one arm draped over the backrest. His phone was on speaker, lying on the table, but his eyes weren't even on it. He stared out the window, expression unreadable.
Then he chuckled softly.
A dark, cold sound.
"Well," he said, voice low and sarcastic, "I can't really expect a stranger to remember my birthday."
Ana's breath hitched on the other side.
But Darkness didn't stop there. "You remember to send gifts. That's something. Very motherly."
His lips curled into a smile, but it wasn't kind. "Anyway, thanks for the car. It'll go nicely with the things I don't care about."
