I was placing flowers on my twins’ grave when a boy suddenly pointed at the headstone and said to me, “Mom… those girls are in my class.”

Maverick spoke calmly so the entire crowd could hear him.

“You’ve been paying $2,800 a month for this house. The current market rate is $4,200.”

A murmur rippled through the guests.

“That’s a difference of $16,800 a year,” Maverick continued. “In three years, that’s more than $50,000.”

Reed stared at him.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” Maverick replied calmly, “that he is…”