I zipped through Riley's contacts until I found one for Rose, and it listed an address in Pasadena, Maryland. Not far away at all. I could Google the address, maybe find something incriminating, not for Rick but for myself, and then lie to him if I actually found some worthy information. Which I probably wouldn't since it was just an address.
Or I could've sat there and continued to examine the granite countertop. My inquisitiveness was part of what led me toward a career in libraries. Of course, it was also part of what led to a pregnancy at sixteen. I shouldn't want to know what I might find, and yet I knew I wouldn't be able to just let all of this go without knowing something. Maybe I could help the Clearys if they needed it. And maybe there was a special place in hell for snoopers.
