As the temperatures dipped, her agitation seemed to rise.
She was fed up with the constant cycle of loss in the Cove. She was tired of no one actually doing anything. Everyone was constantly moping and groveling over the loss. Birtie could not keep living like this and she refused to raise her children in an environment like this. The easy option would have been to just take her son (for she doubted she could get away with both) and just leave. She had a place to go to.
Yet the Parlow had never liked the easy way.
There was something else -- something better -- that she could do. She just didn't know if anyone else was going to agree with her.