"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

As old and feeble as your body was your last breathing moments, you were still smart. So why didn’t you take any action the minute before you died? Why didn’t you stop them from trying to pose as you, saying you never believed your theory? Well, I can’t blame you. It was your last moments alive. I feel a lot of sorrow, you getting thrown into jail, coming out when you were on the verge of death. And your death came so quick, you couldn’t stop the non-believers from trying to take over your book. You’re probably thinking why I know so much about you, aren’t you? “Sofia, come downstairs!” My dad called me. Well, I hope you have your own book made from your ashes that you can make, and you’ll do some sketches of the Solar System here and there. Hope your afterlife’s doing great, and if you ever read this letter, I hope you especially know one thing; your theory was absolutely, impeccably accurate. It’s not even a theory, it’s the truth now in this century.