POV: Vincent Capulet

I'd buried my daughter three weeks ago.

Standing in this conference room at Moonrise Academy, staring at evidence that her death was murder, I felt the grief crack open fresh. Raw. Like I was getting the news all over again.

But this time, anger burned underneath.

"This communication." I pointed to a document dated two months before Juliana's death. "Lady Macbeth is discussing my daughter like she's a problem to be solved."

Ronan Montague stood across the table, ...