The weight of that number hit me like a truck. $367,000. My mom made $45,000 a year working herself to death. This was almost eight years of her salary, just sitting there as points from hooking up with my girlfriend.
"And I'm about to cash most of it out," I said, feeling that familiar reckless energy building up, but this time it was mixed with pure terror.
"How much are you gonna exchange?" Madison asked, and I could hear the excitement building in her voice.
"How much?" I repeated, my mind racing. The thing with me is, apart from being smart and calculating, I'm reckless as fuck too. That trait has gotten me into trouble before, but right now, with my enhanced knowledge, I could afford to be as reckless as I wanted.
But this wasn't just about me anymore. This was about my family's entire future.
"All of it except 670 points," I decided, my voice steadier than my hands. "Go hard or go home."
"We're already home, babe."
"Then go hard or stay broke forever."
