I am just flattened by the flu and my own stupidity right now, but I was driving home, listening to the radio, and I heard this:

<shootings in Paris 2 weeks ago…>

I nodded sadly. Yes.

<attacks at Planned Parenthood>

WTF? OMG. Well, it’s happened before, and we don’t know the details yet, don’t panic.

<9 y.o. killed in some sort of mistaken gang bullshit, in such a terrible way that police officers were traumatized>

I started crying. Again. And I don’t cry easily, or hardly ever, but this flu is killing me, plus…

<normally, Aboriginal remains have not been found, so Casey Wolf’s family was grateful…>

I waited for them to say that they found the girl alive. And then I recognized the name, and realized it had been in the news for some time, as a belated attempt to pay attention to murdered women who are Aboriginal and not just white Canadian.

They didn’t say they found her alive. I’m sorry if I got her name wrong. I’m still sick, and Google’s not helping.

I finally realized that Casey Wolf was dead.

I shook my head, mouthed, “No,” and cried and cried.

Meanwhile, part of me lectured myself, But Mel, you’re part of the problem! You’re glamourizing violence! Stockholm Syndrome comes out December first, and it’s about a hostage-taking on an obstetrics ward! Don’t you come fucking crying to me when you’re writing about shit like that!

So I felt like I had to write to you guys, even though my head is spinning and I hardly know what I’m saying, to tell you that a) I have finally managed to stop crying, and b) Stockholm Syndrome is not an 100% evil book.

It’s a book about fighting evil.

Dr. Hope Sze–and I–and every brave doctor who steps into the fray.

I wanted you to know that even though I put Trigger Warning on the poster, this book is safe. Thanks.