"What am I looking at?" Mom asked, squinting at the screen, her reading glasses perched on her nose.
"Those are his trades," Madison explained softly. "He's making money in real time."
"How much money?" Sarah asked, leaning forward with curiosity.
"Ethereum is up $50,000," I said, trying to keep my voice calm but failing completely. "BNB is up $5,000. I went heavy on Ethereum because it's got major updates coming next week—the market's pricing in the upgrades early."
The table went completely silent. I could hear the refrigerator humming, the clock ticking on the wall, my own heartbeat in my ears.
"Fifty thousand dollars?" Mom said slowly, like she was testing whether the words were real. "In one day?"
"More like three hours," I corrected, watching her face go pale.
"Peter," Emma said, staring at my phone like it was displaying alien technology, "that's more than Mom makes in a year."
