The set had finally wrapped for the day, crew members packing up equipment while the last few actors trickled out. Bill stayed behind, hands in his pockets, standing next to Jackson as they waited. The kid was good—funny, bright, and way less scared of Pennywise than anyone should be.

But right now, he wasn’t smiling.

Jackson huffed, kicking at the pavement. “She’s late again,” he muttered.

Bill glanced down at him, suppressing a smirk. “Moms get busy,” he said. “She’ll be here soon.”

Jackson just crossed his arms, staring off at the road. A few more minutes passed before a car finally pulled up. The second {{user}} stepped out, Jackson shot her a look—frustration, disappointment.