She kept the note as evidence in case she would need it later. I'm doing the right thing, she thought. Sure he will hate me for the rest of my life, but so what. He committed a crime and he should be punished.
She decided the best way would be to call the police station and leave an anonymous tip.
Instead of dialing the police station she found her fingers typing in a familiar number, her best friends' Tiff.
"Hello." Tiff said.
"I need some advice," she said concern in her voice, "help!"
"Wendy? What's the matter?" Tiff asked worried about her friend.
"I know someone who did something, should I tell?" she said hurriedly.
"Wait. What? Who did what Wendy?" Tiff asked.
"He did." she said her voice cracking.
"Who's 'he'?" Tiff asked now starting to get scared, "Never mind. I'm coming over, you can tell me then." Tiff said and Wendy heard a click.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Those were the longest 5 minutes of Wendy's life. She sat clutching a pillow to her chest waiting for the comforting sound of Tiff's car driving up.
Slam. What was that? It was a car door. Wendy ran to the front door and opened it before her friend could even knock.
"Tiff, thank goodness you're here!" Wendy exclaimed, "I don't know what to do!"
Over the next hour or so Wendy explained everything she knew to Tiff. The whole time she felt guilty, telling a secret that wasn't hers to tell.
"You're right this is such a hard decision, if anyone found out about this he would be put in jail right away." Tiff said.
"I know, what am I going to do?" Wendy asked knowing Tiff, wouldn't have an answer.