EASTON's POV
As my mother processed what I had just said… I saw the look on her face transformed into one of complete and utter shock. I stared at her for a moment, loving the way she remained beautiful despite her age.
She was making a sauce for the pasta as she stood there still with a ladle in her hand, frozen in the air. She appeared to be processing the words one at a time, as she continued to stare at me in silence.
‘‘Did you just tell me that Rosie sign the paperwork for the divorce?’’ She had now recovered to the point where she repeated what I had just said.
‘‘Yeah…’’ I responded as I opened the fridge and took a can of beer inside before closing it with a soft thud. I remember Mom used to scold me when I was still in college and I was rushing to get a bottle of water and slammed the door of the fridge close.