Fame was never what Alina wanted.But it came quietly, like a tide — steady, unstoppable.Her book, What Remains After, had grown beyond anything she imagined. It was being read in universities, passed around in book clubs, quoted in podcasts and classrooms. Her inbox overflowed with invitations to speak, collaborate, consult.Some nights, when she opened her laptop, she’d see her own words shared by strangers online, wrapped in praise she didn’t know how to accept.Elise had warned her.“Recognition feels good,” she’d said. “But it can also feel heavy. Don’t let it pull you away from what grounded you.”At the time, Alina had nodded. Now, months later, she understood exactly what she’d meant.The morning began like most — coffee, sunlight, a stack of unread emails. But this one was different.A message from a women’s advocacy foundation blinked at the top of her inbox:We’d like to invite you to lead our new mentorship program for survivors across the country.Alina stared at the scr
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