Chapter 44: Suspicious Minds
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 won’t be filled with enemies.
In my head I yell out, calling to Mossie. We need a way to escape once we get back to the house. I picture the house and the street, hoping that she’ll be able to find it and help us in one way or another.
Our companions are covered in blood, both their own and the blood of fallen enemies. It’s one fight after the other in the sterile labyrinth. I’ve left the homing stone, lolling underneath my mother’s gurney so we’re relying on our memories to bring us back.