Whispers of Purpose - Ch 25
A purpose built on belonging, not just achievement.
After years of running toward the next project, Riley finally stands still.
Echo Canyon has given her something she never put in a blueprint β a home.
Riley traced the edge of the blueprint with her fingertip, following the lines that mapped Echo Canyonβs future.
The ink was dry. The plans were final.
But she felt it deep in her chest β a quiet pull, as if something was there, under the sloping lines, asking a question she couldnβt quite answer.
Beneath the stillness, she could feel the same quiet pulse sheβd sensed in herself these last few weeks. A hum of life just beneath the surface, waiting.
She returned to her desk, where carefully rolled blueprints and documentation pages were spread across the worn surface. These were the preservation plans for Echo Canyon. She had spent hours poring over them, revisiting every detail to ensure that the essence of this place β its stories, its history β remained intact.
Ben had been instrumental. His knowledge of the land and the people who had shaped it had been invaluable as they worked to build a case for historical designation.
And now, it was done.
Echo Canyon was protected.
Riley unrolled one of the plans, her fingers following the delicate lines that mapped out the canyonβs boundaries. Her work was etched into these blueprints, woven into the fabric of the community.
But as she looked at the plans, she didnβt feel the same rush of accomplishment she once would have.
The pride was there, but it was quieterβnot a triumphant roar, but a steady hum.
She had always been driven to build something lasting, to leave her mark.
But this⦠this felt different.
βItβs not about directing the project anymore,β she murmured, almost as if saying it aloud would make it real.
Riley sank into her fatherβs worn leather chair by the desk, her eyes drifting to the framed photo that sat near the edge.
Her old firm. A world where blueprints, deadlines, and accolades had defined her days.
She had spent years chasing success, leading teams, and designing spaces that would outlast her.
But none of those projects had ever felt as rooted as the work she had done here.
Echo Canyon had changed her.
Here, success wasnβt measured by industry recognition or awards.
It was more personal.
Knowing that the SabΓ‘kariβs stories would be told for generations was satisfying.
It was preserving the land so others could stand where she stood and feel the same connection.
βFor now, this is enough.β
The words wrapped around her, quiet and certain, settling her where she was meant to be.
She wasnβt looking ahead, chasing the next project, the next goal.
She was content to be here for the first time in a long time.
A soft knock pulled Riley from her thoughts.
Ben.
He stood at the back door, his familiar steady presence bringing a quiet warmth.
His shirt was fresh from the laundry.
Heβd taken care for this visit. Riley spied a bottle of wine in his hand.
βHope Iβm not interrupting,β he said, his voice low and easy.
Riley smiled softly. βYouβre never interrupting, Ben.β
He stepped inside, his gaze drifting toward the blueprints on her desk.
βFinalizing the plans?β
Riley nodded, her fingers brushing over the pages. βJust making sure everythingβs in place.β
Ben studied her for a moment, his expression thoughtful.
βYou did good work, Riley.β I brought this and it's chilled if you want to open it.β
The quiet sincerity in his voice caught her off guard.
Ben didnβt offer praise lightly. And wine?
βI couldnβt have done it without you,β she said, her gaze meeting his. She reached for the wine and opened it. Pouring for two, Riley gave Ben a glass.
Ben gave a slight shrug, taking a sip, his eyes softening.
βI just know the land. You gave it a future.β
They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, the burden of the past few months settling between them.
βAre you staying?β
Benβs question was simple, but Riley heard the deeper meaning beneath it.
βFor now.β
Her answer was honest.
She didnβt know what the future held, but this place had given her something she hadnβt realized she was missing.
A sense of belonging.
Ben nodded, as if that was enough.
βGood.β
He didnβt press for more, and Riley was grateful for that.
Ben understood what it meant to listen to the land.
Sometimes, it whispered answers when you were ready to hear them.
After Ben left, Riley lingered by the window again.
The last light of day stretched across the horizon, painting the canyon in soft hues of gold and indigo.
In that single moment, Riley felt settled.
But in the quiet, she sensed something else.
Her acute intuition was speaking to her.
A shift.
Change was coming.
She didnβt know when or how, but the air carried a quiet promise β a whisper that the stillness wouldnβt last.
βFor now, this feels good. Like I belong,β she whispered, her words carried away on the breeze.
βIf something happens to change that, Iβm ready.β
Get ready for the final chapter of βWhispers of Echo Canyon β next week!
I really like the picture you made. It is perfect for the story. I really like Ben's ways. He is a gentle-man. Happy for Riley that she has plans to build.