Sienna Rae Scouts Honor Direct

By Wednesday, she’d ruled out the Brownies. By Friday, she’d cleared the church janitor and the snack-shack volunteer. The trail led back to someone no one wanted to suspect: Cora Mayhew, the assistant troop leader, whose easy smile had always seemed a little too bright for someone folding camping tents.

“I know.”

She was just trying to be worthy of the uniform hanging in her closet. sienna rae scouts honor

At sixteen, she was the oldest girl in Troop 909, a band of mismatched Brownies and Juniors who still believed the biggest adventure was finding a lost compass. But Sienna had earned her Silver Award, kept her uniform pressed, and never once broken the promise she’d made in the flicker of flashlight and candle wax: On my honor, I will try. By Wednesday, she’d ruled out the Brownies

Sienna thought about the Girl Scout Law. Honest and fair. Friendly and helpful. Considerate and caring. It wasn’t a checklist. It was a tightrope. “I know

Suspects. Motives. Truth.

Cora’s face crumpled. “I was going to pay it back. Before the end-of-year campout. I just needed—”