And in the time it takes her to think about how incredibly sweet the gestures were that went along with the absolutely brutal sex, she remembers that he didn’t text her for three days. And while she’s no longer angry (because how could she be?), she still wants an explanation. And she knows that if she doesn’t just ask him, she’ll continue to invent reasons that are likely far more dramatic than his actual reasoning. By the time she reaches the kitchen, she no longer feels like it’s a struggle to walk without looking like a baby horse using its legs for the first time. 