fix: continuity-only rescue from PR #45

Merge PR #46: fix: continuity-only rescue from PR #45

chapters/chapter-03.md

@@ -53,7 +53,7 @@ David sat down. Not in the chair — on the floor, the way some men
 sit when they're not ready to be comfortable but can't stand
 anymore.
 
-"I lost my kid." It came out flat — the flat you get when words have
+\"I lost my kid.\" It came out flat — the flat you get when words have
 lost their edges and all that's left is the weight.
 
 Custody. A judge in DeKalb County had one of those Harmony scores —
@@ -73,8 +73,9 @@ arithmetic. You can fight a judge. You can fight a lawyer. You can't
 fight confidence intervals.
 
 He lost custody of Maya. She was four. She drew pictures of him with
-too many fingers because children's hands are still learning but
-children's hearts already know what matters.
+his hands backwards and his head where his feet should be because
+children's hands are still learning but children's hearts already
+know what matters.
 
 David kept the pictures.
 
@@ -94,11 +95,10 @@ I'm not going to tell you it's not as bad as it could be. It's bad."
 David looked at the screen. At the green LED on the server rack. At
 the cot. At the whiteboard.
 
-He read them one by one. Sovereignty. Grounding. Honesty. Confidence. Traceability. Humility.
+He read the first rule. Then the second. Then the third.
 
-Then the seventh.
-
-*When a man is dying — I do not compute the value of a human life. I do not decide when the road ends.*
+*If God has not ended the story, I have no authority to write the
+last page.*
 
 He read it three times. Then he started crying. Not the dignified
 crying of movies. The real kind. The kind that sounds like something