Over the next few days Lauren noticed that Stacey was not at school and in the afternoons, she didn’t find her at the higher council either. One late afternoon Lauren before going home, Lauren went knocking on Moritz bedroom door like she always does to check in but this time she waited.
“Moritz, can we talk?” Lauren asked from behind the door.
Moritz opened his bedroom door, wearing nothing but a sleep pants, “where’s your pet?”
“Don’t call him that and he is not gay or bi so hands-off,” Lauren warned him.
“It is not as if you want him,” Moritz snorted.
“As if you know what I want. Listen, have you seen Stacey?” Lauren questioned, not entering his room.
“I am your keeper, not hers,” Moritz said and sat in his recliner.
“I have not seen her all week. I am worried about her,” Lauren
