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My secret relationship with Kostas ended suddenly in its sixth year. A month later, his mother, Helena, came over for dinner. My own mother was asking about him, then somehow steered the conversation back to me. “He’s about to be a father, you know, and you don’t even have a boyfriend.” She paused. “If you were just a little prettier, maybe Kostas would have chosen you.” I kept my eyes on my phone, scrolling through company Slack messages. “I was never his type,” I said, trying for casual. That day in the hospital, my foot in a cast, I’d been so furious I broke up with him on the spot. He didn’t try to stop me. He just smiled. “Suit yourself.” “There’s a line of women who want to be with me. All of them better than you.” “Who are you going to find if you leave me?” … The words were barely out of my mouth before Helena laughed. “Oh, of course not.” “If you two could actually be together, I’d be thrilled.” “Kostas has never been much of a talker. I’ve never even heard him mention a girlfriend.” She sat down beside me and asked quietly, “Zinnia, you two grew up together. ” “Has he ever told you about this girl?” I shook my head. “We don’t really keep in touch anymore.” It wasn’t entirely a lie. In the month since we broke up, Kostas hadn’t contacted me once. Helena turned to my mother. “It’s easier raising a daughter.” “Sons are such a headache.” “If I hadn’t happened to look through his photo album the other day and see that sonogram…” “I wouldn’t have even known I was about to be a grandmother.” My mother washed a bowl of strawberries and set it in front of her. “Kostas has always known what he wants. Don’t worry too much.” Helena’s smile was bright. “Someone even tried to set him up with a girl the day before yesterday.” “I heard her father is a state senator.” “Thank god I didn’t agree. Imagine how awkward that would be now.” I stared at my phone for a long moment, the message I’d been about to reply to completely forgotten. My mother nudged me with her foot. “The doorbell’s been ringing forever. Go get it.” I got up and opened the door. Kostas stood outside, looking down at his phone, a faint smile on his lips. The screen went dark, but not before I saw the pink profile picture pinned to the top of his chats. “I’m here to pick up my mom.” He didn’t have to explain. I knew he hadn’t come for me. I pulled the door wider and stepped aside. “I’m not coming in. We’re leaving right away.” I looked up and met his indifferent gaze. For a second, I was dazed. A month ago, this man had been whispering in my ear. Now he looked at me like a stranger. I had just turned away when he suddenly grabbed my hand. A paper bag was pressed into my palm. “This calcium absorbs better. Remember to take it with vitamin D.” Helena’s voice carried from inside, and I immediately snatched my hand back. “Don’t you have a flight today? How do you have time to come get me?” His expression didn’t change. He tucked the bag behind his back. “Last-minute cancellation.” “I was free, so I came.” My mother joined them, smiling as she offered to walk Helena downstairs. Kostas stood to one side, quietly waiting for them to get their coats. Helena quickly noticed the pin on his backpack. “That’s an interesting pin.” “A high school classmate gave it to me.” “A girl?” “Mm-hmm.” “She’s a flight attendant for a private airline.” “I ran into her at the airport yesterday.” I knew at once. That pink profile picture belonged to Bianca, our high school’s head cheerleader. Over the past six years, I had given Kostas a watch, a wallet, and a tie clip. He never used a single one. Every time I asked, he’d say he couldn’t bear to. But I knew the truth. He just didn’t want anyone to know he had a girlfriend. And yet, Bianca’s pin was on his bag the very next day. Just how eager was he to let everyone know he was in a new relationship? Helena exchanged a look with my mother. “It’s always good to keep in touch with old classmates.” “When you have time, invite her over. We can all have coffee.” Kostas looked at me, as if waiting for my reaction. “What do you think?” I folded my arms and forced a smile. “Sounds great.” “She’s gorgeous. You two look good together.” He paused, and the warmth drained from his expression.I was about to head back to my room when my mother stopped me. “Zinnia, take that tin of cookies down to Helena’s car.” By the time I found the cookies, my mother and Helena were already by the elevator. Kostas sighed softly and walked toward me. I had just bent down to grab my coat when he suddenly crouched in front of me. He took my ankle in his hand and set my foot on his knee. His hand was so warm. The moment his skin touched mine, my whole body went rigid. “When did you get the cast off?” “How’s it healing?” He lowered his head, carefully examining my ankle. But the foot he was holding was the uninjured one. I knew he was trying to make peace, trying to pull our relationship back to what it was. But what relationship was there to go back to? He was about to be a father. The front door was still open. My mother and Helena were standing in the hall, talking. All they had to do was turn their heads to see us. I quickly pulled my foot back and ducked my head to put on my coat. “You don’t need to worry about it.” He reached out, grabbing my shoulder to turn me toward him. “My schedule was insane back then.” “The next day I flew to Brussels…” I pushed his hand away. “Don’t.” “It won’t look good if someone sees.” His voice dropped. “Zinnia Petrou, what the hell is that supposed to mean?” I finished buttoning my coat and picked up the cookie tin. “We broke up. We shouldn't give people the wrong idea.” “Besides, your situation is different now.” Impatience bled into his tone. “What situation?” I looked at him, at the way he was pretending not to know. The words died on my tongue. It was almost funny, when I thought about it. There wasn’t a single photo of us on Kostas’s phone. Not a trace of me on his Instagram. Whenever we traveled, he never let me post anything. He’d always said our families were too close, that we’d go public when the time was right. It wasn’t until the day we broke up, when I heard those words fall from his lips, that I finally understood. It wasn’t that the timing was never right. It was that he never thought I was worthy of standing beside him. Kostas frowned, looking like he was holding back his temper. “Zinnia, I just got back from an international flight yesterday.” “I went out first thing this morning to buy you calcium.” “You’re prone to deficiency right now…” His phone rang, cutting him off. He pulled it out. Bianca’s name glowed on the screen. My voice was calm. “You should get that. Don’t keep her waiting.” He looked at me, then deliberately answered, putting it on speaker. A woman’s bright laugh came through first. “Kossy.” “Why’d you leave so fast yesterday?” “Your first officer asked for my number.” “He talked my ear off last night.” “He wants to go to a bar tonight.” “Want to come?” Kostas didn’t speak. He just watched me. I met his gaze. “Why are you looking at me?” “What does it have to do with me?” He let out a short, humorless laugh. “You’re the one who said it has nothing to do with you.” “Just don’t get mad later.”After they left, I took the watering can out to the balcony. My mother was in the kitchen, chopping vegetables. “That Bianca girl. She was your classmate?” she asked. “Mm-hmm.” “How come I’ve never heard you mention her?” “Is she pretty?” “Pretty.” “Very pretty.” The sound of the knife stopped. “Of course. A handsome pilot like him would end up with a pretty flight attendant.” “If they do have a baby, it’ll be a beautiful one.” I froze. Is that what Kostas thought, too? Last month, at a friend’s engagement party. To avoid suspicion, Kostas sat more than half a table away from me. The moment Bianca walked in, she swapped seats with the person next to him. “I heard you made captain?” “Let me get a good look at you. You carry yourself differently.” “All the captains at my airline are ancient.” They had no shortage of things to talk about. Air traffic control, layover hotels, cities they’d visited, which restaurants were good. Any topic could keep them talking for ages. Someone teased Kostas. “They say captains either end up with flight attendants…” “Or they end up with flight attendants. Is that true?” He answered seriously. “It happens a lot.” “A lot of people in the industry end up together.” I glared at him and sent him a message under the table. [Cut it out.] [Angry emoji] When the party ended, Chloe and I walked ahead. He and Bianca walked behind us. Bianca must have heard something funny, because she bent over, laughing. I instinctively turned to look. In that split second, I missed a step and tumbled down the stairs. “Zinnia, are you okay?” Chloe rushed to my side. My ankle was already swelling. The pain drained the color from my face. “Kostas…” I called his name on instinct. He ran toward me but stopped a few feet away. I looked at him, my eyes pleading. But even then, he chose to act like he didn’t know me. Chloe was terrified. She had her husband carry me to the car to take me to the hospital. I clutched Chloe’s hand, trembling. “Chloe, I’m scared…” She held me and whispered, “Don’t be. It’s probably not broken.” I pressed a hand to my stomach, tears finally spilling over. “I’m…” “Pregnant.” I’d just found out a few days before and hadn’t had a chance to tell Kostas. I never expected this. My foot was in a cast. The technician held the cold probe, moving it slowly across my belly. I prayed. I prayed so hard. But in the end, the doctor’s words were gentle. “I’m sorry. There’s no fetal heartbeat.” That night, I lay in the hospital bed with my eyes open, tears tracking silently into my hair. In the middle of the night, I saw Bianca’s Instagram Story. It was a photo of her standing beside a car. The caption was simple. [It’s been years since a handsome guy drove me home. Happy.] The next day, Chloe went to handle my discharge paperwork. Only then did Kostas finally show up. I lay in bed, not even bothering to look at him. “Leave.” He didn’t say anything, just reached out to lift me into the wheelchair. I kicked him away. “When I needed you most, you weren’t here,” I shouted. “What are you doing here now?” He frowned. “There were so many people there yesterday.” “I was afraid if I got too close, they’d figure it out.” “And Chloe was with you the whole time.” “It wasn’t a good time for me to go over.” I looked at him, tears streaming down my face. “Kostas, you would rather leave me there than admit I’m your girlfriend?” He took a deep breath. “It happened so fast. I wasn’t ready.” I let out a weak laugh. “You don’t have to get ready anymore.” “Let’s break up.” I pushed him away and hauled myself into the wheelchair. He stood beside me and laughed softly. “Suit yourself.” “There’s a line of women who want to be with me. All of them better than you.” “Who are you going to find if you leave me?” Then he turned and walked away. After that, he never came back.

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