Listening to Lucas's explanation, I couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. I had no idea what it was like to be in his shoes, and I could only imagine the intense pressure he felt every day having the Busch name attached to him.
"Would you really accept a marriage like that?" I asked him. "I mean, you still have free will. Your father can't control every single aspect of your life."
Lucas fidgeted at my question, clearly not knowing how to answer it. I started to grow worried about his response.
It looked as if he was having an internal battle with himself on what was right and what was wrong.
I wondered if his behavior was a result of his father's commands and twisted parenting styles. Lucas always looked like he was double-checking to make sure that his actions align
