People see a $12.97 paperback or a free download.
What they don’t see?
What it cost me to write it.
It cost me sleep.
It cost me peace.
It cost me parts of myself I will never get back.
It cost me comfort, relationships, and the illusion that silence was safety.
This book—The Unforgiven Walk Alone—was not written for entertainment.
It was built out of bone-deep grief, from the ashes of trauma, with hands still shaking from the weight of memory. It is not a story I “decided to tell.” It is the story I had to tell, so it wouldn’t eat me alive.
So when someone walks up to me and proudly says,
“I downloaded your book for free!”
Like they did me a favor?
Let me be clear:
This book was never cheap.
It is a soul offering. Not a coupon.
It is sacred. Not a download perk.
Yes, I chose to offer the eBook for free for five days. I did that intentionally.
Because I know there are people who need this story, people carrying the same kind of pain, the same kind of shame, the same long-lost question: “Will anyone ever understand what I went through?”
That offer was for them.
But Amazon’s Kindle Unlimited system? That’s not support. That’s a loophole.
A way for readers to access my life’s hardest truths without a moment of thought for what it took to put them on the page. When a friend orders it that way, and brags about it, it is a gut punch AND you are supporting Amazon not me.
I’m not here to shame anyone.
But I am here to say this:
If my story mattered to you, show up for it.
Buy the book.
Leave the review.
Tell someone why it shook you.
Because this book is not just a read.
It is my reckoning.
It is my rising.
And I will not apologize for asking it to be treated with the respect it deserves.
—Carole
