“What do you mean?” Garin asked, his head reeling. He walked towards Willow and sat next to her, wrapping his arms around her. He felt her sigh against his chest, her face tucked into his shoulder. She pulled away and looked up at him.

“My grandmother tried to warn me away from you. Someone had taken photos of us and sent them to her,” she began. Garin nodded.

“It was my brothers. They gave my father the same photos. It was right before the festival,” he replied. ...