The thug listened to Midas's complaints and sighed. "It's not easy for anyone."
Midas wiped the tears from his cheeks, a little confused.
"It's been so cold lately, the wind makes my eyes water."
He returned to an empty house. The liveliness of the past was gone.
The bookstore where his wife worked called. Midas made up an excuse, saying she was sick, and refused his wife's colleagues' request to visit.
He suddenly felt there was no point in going to the olive grove.
An endless emptiness consumed him. A few days passed. It wasn't until his stomach started to growl and the fear of death washed over him that he finally found something to eat in the refrigerator.
Then, he sank back into emptiness.
The strange situation at Midas's house eventually caught the neighbors' attention, and they called the police.
When the police arrived at Midas's home, they found him lying disheveled on the sofa. The pair of gloves sat on the table beside him.
