It’s mid-morning when I step out into the sun. I feel like I’m masquerading as a normal person. I’m wrapped in an oversized fleece that falls over my hips. A bulky hat is pulled over my ears. Still, the weather is cold and I walk away from the apartment at a brisk pace, trying to warm up.

At least, that’s what I tell myself. There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to get caught on my mission. Because if Amun saw me now, he’d blow a fuse.

My arms are ...