On Monday, Mr. Klein got up around six. It was the earliest he had risen in nearly a decade. He tidied everything up and sat down at the table, staring blankly at the clear sky outside the window.
At the end of May, the sky was already bright at a little past six.
His wife got up as well and prepared breakfast for him. The two sat at the table, which cost over a thousand bucks, looking at the sumptuous breakfast without any appetite.
Not even a little.
Fine ham and bacon accompanied by two fried eggs, some tomatoes, and vegetables. This was their favorite breakfast.
Exquisite, nutritious, and delicious.
But at this moment, they didn't even feel like touching it.
"Will it be... very bad?" Mrs. Klein asked while straightening her husband's collar.
Mr. Klein was silent, not even wanting to answer his wife's question. He was like a soulless shell.
