Brew Books 2

Jane’s London life is buzzing with new friends and a quirky bookstore job, a stark contrast to her past. But a trip back to Brighton for a 'girls' weekend' with old acquaintances quickly spirals into a tangle of fake smiles, old flames, and shocking revelations. When a night out brings her face-to-face with two exes and the true colors of her 'friends' are exposed, Jane is forced to confront the echoes of her past. Meanwhile, back in London, a secret project threatens to unravel the fragile peace of her new family. Can Jane navigate the treacherous waters of old loyalties and new truths, or will the past finally catch up to her?

Brew Books 2

Jane’s London life is buzzing with new friends and a quirky bookstore job, a stark contrast to her past. But a trip back to Brighton for a 'girls' weekend' with old acquaintances quickly spirals into a tangle of fake smiles, old flames, and shocking revelations. When a night out brings her face-to-face with two exes and the true colors of her 'friends' are exposed, Jane is forced to confront the echoes of her past. Meanwhile, back in London, a secret project threatens to unravel the fragile peace of her new family. Can Jane navigate the treacherous waters of old loyalties and new truths, or will the past finally catch up to her?

Seagulls cried overhead, their calls almost drowned out by the distant, joyful screams from Brighton Pier. Summer was in full swing, carrying the scent of fresh seafood and the laughter of children on the breeze. I walked along the shore, past the ice cream stands and a man creating enormous bubbles that shimmered in the sunlight. A single line of a song echoed in my head, an elusive melody I chased with every step, hoping the rest of the tune would follow.

My destination was a cafe one street back from the beach, a place that held countless after-school memories. It felt fitting, then, that we would meet here again today. As I approached, I saw the familiar tables set out on the footpath, chairs angled Parisian-style towards the street. Fresh daffodils brightened the tables, and there they were: Rachel, Kasey, and Abby, already seated.

“Jane!” Rachel’s voice, a sing-song, almost theatrical greeting, cut through the air.