Illustration by Eyugho There was something to be said for after-school activities. Sports could build character and forge friendships. Clubs allowed students to build a laundry list of achievements that all looked quite compelling on college applications. This activity, however, was one that Ferris wouldn’t be putting down on...

Illustration by Eyugho Thirteen had been a defining age for Ferris. It had been the year of his bar mitzvah, his first cup of black coffee, and the first time he’d laid eyes on a dead body. Southport in winter was heavy with snow, the city lights reflecting neatly...