Lucas released a breath. He wanted to take a swig of his cigar, but he knew that Mia, with her prim and proper attitude, wouldn't like that; she was too much like a princess to accept such a thing, much less let it happen in her room. His cancer-inducing habit had been going on since the day he turned sixteen and started learning about the things that happened to his mother.
You are my salvation.
The only one who can help me.
My precious child.
It was quite an intense pressure. Lucas knew that he was not like other children; he was not loved by his mother unconditionally because he was her child. No, instead, he was her only chance of getting back at his father, who had abandoned her after sleeping with her, leaving her to raise her son alone.
Smoking had given him the release while trying to balance everything in his life.
