"Steliana," Daniel said, tossing his cap onto the wooden table. "They are at it again. The neighbors... dușmanii mereu mă sapă (the enemies are always undermining me). They’re telling the mayor our new barn was built on disputed land."

But the more the village tried to "dig" under them, the more the Busneris thrived. When a storm hit the valley, it was Daniel’s "disputed" barn that stood firm, sheltering the livestock of the very people who had gossiped about it. When the winter was harshest, it was Steliana who walked through the snow to bring bread to the elderly, her "haughty" stride now a lifeline for the hungry.

The air in the small village of Valea Seacă was thick with the scent of roasted peppers and the low hum of gossip. At the center of it all were Steliana and Daniel Busneri, a couple whose life felt like a ballad that everyone knew the lyrics to, but no one quite understood the melody.