For years, Heather Kopp's adult son Noah was her living miracle - a young man back from addiction, building a steady life in recovery. That is, until he traded his bipolar meds for high-grade cannabis and mail-order stimulants. In time, Noah slipped first into mania and then, finally, full-blown psychosis. Despite his family's efforts to help him, the unthinkable happened: Noah left his apartment one morning in 2015, fatally shot three strangers, and died in a shootout with police. Horrified and devastated, Heather found herself asking: How did my son become a shooter - and what did I miss? And then, years later: What if our experience could help others avoid a tragic end? Because before a shooter picks up a gun, he looks like someone we love: a father, a brother, a son. The Shooter at Our Table is an honest, urgent, sensitively rendered memoir of a mother who missed the signs of approaching danger. More than a cautionary tale or record of regrets, it's a story of finding hope when everything in you wants to give up. It's a story of feeling forsaken by God . . . only to discover you were always held by love.
