The sudden feeling of unease came from my years of experience as a mercenary.
As I walked, I tried to make sense of it. Jasmine was a kind person, someone who needed my help to survive. She wouldn't hurt me. But she always stayed in the camp.
After Joyce's threat, everyone else left the camp to find food and make a living.
Jasmine, though, was always the one who stayed behind.
The thought crossed my mind that maybe she was sick.
But she didn't look sick.
The more I thought about it, the more confused and worried I became.
I turned to Tanya and said, "You go collect some seashells by the shore. I'm going back to check on Jasmine."
Tanya nodded and walked off, and I headed back to the camp as quickly as I could.
When I reached the edge of the camp, I didn't go in right away. Instead
