"Since the day I met you," Adam said, the smile on his face softening. A stall tactic, a game, or just fear, Adam wasn't sure which this was, but he was more than happy to indulge any of them. These were things that she needed to hear and that she needed to believe no matter what the reason it was that she was ringing them out of him. "Since the moment I managed to pry you out from under all of those layers of required housewifery and see the person that had been repressed for so long. Your soul is screaming for an escape, Angie. No matter how much you may love him, he doesn't give you what you need."
He'd seen far, far too many women crumble under the thumb of possessive, obsessive, and controlling men and not be able to do a damned thing about it. Adam wasn't going to allow that to happen in this situation. He was going to make sure that Angela got herself an outlet, no matter what it might be, to keep herself from being destroyed by her husband. Arthur was a useful person, perhaps, to have around, but Angela was a light and a visionary.