IT STARTED out like an ordinary Saturday morning for the South African expat family – dad was going to play golf, mom and the twins were going to meet him at the clubhouse later.
“The kids were looking forward to their milkshakes,” Ilse Young says.
But three-year-old Duncan and Isabella never got their treat.
As Ilse was preparing to leave home for the club, she heard the news that there had been an explosion – then an ominous message from Adam followed.
“Go back home. Don’t go anywhere, I’m coming.”
Ilse, a teacher at an international school in Khartoum, Sudan, had met Adam, a manager for a food
