The Billion-Dollar Dirt Farm

over the sales agreement for the little house on Elm Street, my entire inheritance from Grandma about to be i

efore. In that forgotten life, Mark, emboldened by newly discovered fracking rights on the land, took my money, left

t me with a sly, triumphant smirk. "We'll paint the kitchen yellow," Brenda declared, her voice carrying, "That

This was it – the exact, soul-crushing moment of betra

e!" The naive Sarah was gone, frozen to death in another timeline. This Sarah remembered everything. My hand, t