Yesterday was Sunday. Mother’s Day. I woke up late with a sore throat. Last week Amy was diagnosed with pinkeye and then strep throat the next day because she works with children and children are vectors of disease and infection. My eyes felt a little itchy. Amy was in the living room drinking coffee and talking to her sister. I grabbed my phone to check my email. Google must have made some kind of mistake, I thought, an error in the chronology of emails sent and received. I checked the date. Sunday, May 14, 2017. Mother’s Day. The first email was sent at 4:51 in the morning, the second 27 minutes later. They were both marked unread.