"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."
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. Steliana si Daniel Busneri Dusmanii mereu ma sapa
Steliana didn't look up from her spinning wheel, but her eyes flashed. "Let them dig, Daniel. They dig because they are looking for a foundation they don't have. They think if they undermine us, we will fall. But they forget one thing." "What’s that?" Daniel asked, weary. "Steliana," Daniel said, tossing his cap onto the