Her Obsession (by Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 145

Bull Rush.

Sage

Breakfast is a happy kind of chaos with sticky fingers, flour on the counter, and syrup somehow in Diego’s hair. When we’re finally finished, Diego licks a smear off his thumb and grins up at me. He looks like a completely different kid than the one I found crying in the corner this morning.

“Hey, buddy,” I say, rinsing dishes at the sink. “Want to meet some of the other kids?”

His head pops up. “There are other kids here?”

“Yeah,” I say, smiling at his wide–eyed surprise. “We’ve brought in a few more who came from… not–so–happy places, too. Thought maybe you’d like to meet

them.

He nods quickly, eyes lighting up. “Yes! But…” He looks down at his race–car pyjamas and tugs at the sleeve. “Can I not meet them in my pyjamas?”

That makes me laugh, “Yeah, okay, fair point, champ. Let’s go get you dressed then.”

Upstairs, his room looks like a toy store exploded with cars, blocks, and stuffed animals all claiming territory on the rug. Winnie’s filled the dresser with bright little clothes, and Diego takes the job of picking an outfit very seriously. After much debate, he decides on denim shorts and a T–shirt with a cartoon dragon.

He starts gathering toys into his arms. Two cars, a handful of dinosaurs, a soft football, and a shiny plastic thing shaped like a gun. He holds it up and

squints. “This looks cool. What’s it do?”

“You’ll have to try it to find out,” I say, smiling as he adds it to his growing pile.

“Do the other kids have toys?” he asks suddenly, voice small but curious.

“Not yet,” I admit. “We’re still getting them settled.”

His brow furrows for all of half a second before his face brightens. “Then I’ll share! That’s okay, right?”

I swallow the lump in my throat. “Yeah, buddy. You can do whatever you want.”

He nods firmly, as if we’ve just made a plan to save the world. Together we carry his treasures outside where the morning sun is already hot on our backs.

The cabins out back are nearly finished now, with fresh timber and new paint gleaming under the sky. In front of the largest one, half a dozen kids run

barefoot through the grass, playing tag and shrieking with laughter. Diego slows beside me, clutching his bundle tighter. His eyes flick between the kids and

me, uncertain. I rest a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay,” I murmur. “They’re just kids like you.”

One of them notices us first, a thin girl with tangled brown hair and quick, sharp eyes. She stops running and walks over cautiously. “Hi,” she says, glancing

at the armful of toys. “What’s that?” She points at the odd gun–shaped one.

Diego looks at it, then at me, unsure. “I’m… not sure,” he admits.

Before I can answer, Naomi appears out of nowhere, skipping across the grass with a grin that could light the sky. “Oh, that?” she says, plucking the toy from Diego’s hands. “That, my little friends, is the coolest bubble gun of this century!”

The other kids gather around as she flicks the switch. A whirr, then a stream of shimmering bubbles bursts into the air, catching the sunlight like tiny rainbows. Gasps and giggles erupt everywhere.

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12:29 am

Bull Rush

“Whoa!” Diego yells, jumping up and down.

“See?” Naomi laughs. “Told you it was magic.”

Soon, the yard is full of floating bubbles and squealing laughter. Diego passes out cars and dinosaurs to the others, proudly showing them how each one works. Sasha, the bold little girl, takes the football and starts a game that turns into wild chaos. I stand back with Naomi for a moment, watching Diego run across the grass, his hair shining in the sun. He’s smiling so hard his cheeks must hurt.

Naomi elbows me lightly. “You did good, Ghost.”

I shake my head, eyes still on him. “Nah. He did.”

It doesn’t take long for the bubbles to start losing their magic. The kids chase the last of the floating spheres across the lawn, laughing so hard they can

barely breathe. One of the littler ones pops the final bubble and throws his arms up in victory.

Naomi claps her hands together. “Alright, troops! Bubbles are officially extinct. You know what that means!”

A chorus of tiny voices yell, “What?!”

“Bull Rush!” she announces with mock seriousness. “Line up!”

Half the kids cheer; the others just look confused, so Naomi crouches down and explains the rules in dramatic detail, complete with hand gestures and

sound effects. Diego listens intently, clutching his football like he’s already planning his winning strategy. I cross my arms, grinning as Naomi jogs backward

into the middle of the field, “Okay!” she shouts. “When I say go, you run from that side to this side and try not to get tagged! If I catch you, you join me!”

She pauses, squints toward the house, and yells, “Liam! Get out here! I need another bull!”

I laugh under my breath. “Oh, this should be good.”

A minute later, Liam appears on the porch, holding a mug of coffee and looking suspicious. “Naomi, what in the hell are you…”

“Bull Rush!” she calls back, pointing at him like she’s issuing a challenge. “Get down here and show these kids how it’s done!”

He groans but trudges across the lawn anyway, muttering something about needing hazard pay. Diego’s eyes go round as saucers. “He’s huge!”

“Don’t worry,” I whisper. “He’s slow.”

“Hey, I heard that,” Liam calls, setting his coffee down on the porch railing.

Naomi waves her arms. “Alright, everyone ready? When I say rush, you go!”

The kids crouch like little racers at a starting line. Diego looks up at me, grinning. I give him a thumbs–up.

“RUSH!”

The yard explodes. A stampede of tiny legs and squeals thunder across the grass. Naomi’s already laughing as she tries to tag anyone within reach, but she’s no match for the chaos she unleashed. And then Liam, poor, unsuspecting Liam, steps into the middle of it. For one perfect second, he’s standing there, assessing the scene. The next, twelve small bodies crash into him like a tidal wave.

“Whoa!”

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29 am

Bull Rush.

He barely stays upright, spinning in slow circles as kids swarm him, shrieking with laughter. Diego latches onto his leg, yelling something about “get the bull!” while another boy climbs halfway up his back. Naomi’s doubled over laughing, hands on her knees. I can’t breathe, I’m laughing so hard. Connor’s come out onto the porch now too, coffee in hand, shaking his head.

“Remind me not to cross Naomi again,” he says.

“Consider this your warning.” I reply, wiping tears from my eyes.

Liam finally manages to scoop up two of the kids under his arms, roaring like a monster. “Alright, that’s it! I’m taking prisoners!”

The field erupts into shrieks and giggles. Diego, still clinging to Liam’s pant leg, yells, “We got the bull! We win!”

Naomi throws her arms in the air like a victorious coach. “See? Teamwork! That’s how you do it, little legends!”

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