My mother’s head lulls on Amun’s shoulder as we move, our companions fighting scrub-clad orderlies as we make our way back to the tunnels. My mother. She looks more like a mummy than a living human. Peaceful and silent, skin wrapped tightly around her skeleton.

This should be a moment of triumph. All I can see is chaos. All I can feel is fear.

It looks like one wrong jostle could kill my mom. It looks like we’re surrounded, there’s no way the tunnels ...