Damian drove his car hastily, even ignoring traffic lights. His current destination was Martha's childhood home. It took him an hour to reach the house.

Upon arrival, Damian knocked on the door, and shortly, a middle-aged woman emerged. "Excuse me, sir, who are you?" she asked with a puzzled expression.

"Where's Martha?"

The woman furrowed her brow even more. "Martha? Martha who? There's no one named Martha here. Maybe you have the wrong address."

"No, this is Martha's house."

"Sorry, sir, I bought this house a few months ago. Maybe the person you're looking for has moved. It's late; I need to rest. Excuse me." The woman promptly closed the...