chapter 10 done, working on 11

chapters/book1/ch09-final.md

@@ -158,7 +158,7 @@ I genuinely didn't know which was worse.
 
 (*Forty minus eight is thirty-two. Not forty. Thirty-two. You read the contract. You signed the contract. You did not do the math on the contract. Read the contract next time. Read the — thirty-two. Not forty. Thirty-two.*)
 
-The number settled in my chest like a stone. I'd been carrying forty silvers in my head since the job brief arrived — forty silvers that would cover the land taxes and leave enough for a month of proper meals. Thirty-two still covered the taxes. Barely. The meals got thinner.
+The number settled in my chest like a stone. I'd been carrying forty silvers in my head since the job brief arrived — forty silvers that would cover the rent for months and leave enough for proper meals. Thirty-two still covered rent. With room to breathe. The house dream stayed where it was — distant — but for the first time the distance felt measurable.
 
 I picked up the pouch without counting it. Ledger watched me not count it, and I watched him watch me, and we both understood that the act of not counting was itself a data point — either trust or exhaustion, and Ledger would file both possibilities without asking which.