“What do you mean?” Amalie asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

I took my time to answer, looking between them. This wasn't how I thought I would break the news to them, but it was high time they knew.

“Father was involved in several bad things,” I said, my voice low. “Money laundering and human trafficking were the ones I knew about.”

Both their eyes went wide. Joyce pressed a hand to her chest, blinking rapidly. “H-human trafficking?”

“He had a woman chained to a hidden room under his study, where he did… all kinds of things to her. Think torture, but in this case, the woman’s only crime was existing.”

Amalie...