She was just trying to be worthy of the uniform hanging in her closet.
So when Mrs. Albright pulled her aside after the fall jamboree and whispered that the troop’s treasury was missing—two thousand dollars raised from ten years of car washes and cookie sales—Sienna didn’t panic. She pulled out her field notebook, the one with the duct-taped spine, and wrote three words at the top of a fresh page: sienna rae scouts honor
Sienna found the money on Saturday, stuffed inside a blue duffel behind the shed where they stored the old canoes. She didn’t call the police. She didn’t run to Mrs. Albright. She sat on the damp ground, counted every bill, and then walked to Cora’s apartment. She was just trying to be worthy of