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031: The Offer
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The Professor’s Canvas 031: The Offer
~Elena’s POV~I watch the footage three times before my brain accepts what I’m seeing.My father. Alive, healthy, months ago. Standing in Mateo’s office with David, positioning cameras with surgical precision.“Higher. You need the angle to capture the desk.” Papa’s voice is clear, unmistakable. “And one more by the window for backup. Make sure the timestamp is visible.”David follows instructions. “You are sure about this? If Elena finds out…”“She won’t. She will think it was me acting alone.” David’s voice. “You are just the concerned father protecting his daughter.”“I am protecting her.” Papa steps back, examines the camera placement. “From making the same mistakes her mother and I did. From throwing away her future for a man who collects broken women.”The video ends.I’m standing in the courtyard, phone trembling in my hands, when Sofia appears.“Elena? What is wrong? You look…”I show her the video without speaking.She watches. Goes pale. “No. That is not possible. Your fathe
The Professor’s Canvas 030: The Return
*To the University of Barcelona Ethics Committee:**My name was Antonio Vega. By the time you read this, I’ll be dead but before I go, I need to tell you something about my daughter Elena.**Forty years ago, I was you. I was the professor. My wife was the student. We fell in love despite every rule saying we shouldn’t. We hid it for years. When it came out, I lost my career and she lost her reputation. We built a new life from nothing.**I tell you this not to excuse my daughter’s choices. She violated your policies, she made mistakes. But so did I and those mistakes led to forty years of marriage, a successful business and a brilliant daughter.**Elena is guilty of loving someone she shouldn’t have loved. Of making complicated choices in impossible situations, of being human.**If you expel her, you are not punishing misconduct. You are punishing love and love is messy and inconvenient and often inappropriate. But it is also the only thing that makes any of this worth it.**So here i
The Professor’s Canvas 029: Letters
I’m on the next train to Valencia.My mother’s apartment, the place I grew up, it feels like a museum. My father’s presence is everywhere, his absence is crushing.My mother hands me an envelope without speaking. My name is on it in his handwriting.I open it with shaking hands.*Mija,**If you’re reading this, I’m gone. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay longer. Sorry I won’t see how your story ends.**I need to tell you something I never said while alive: I’m proud of you despite your choices, because of them you fought for something real in a world of safe pretending. That takes courage I’m not sure I ever had.**Your mother and I played it safe for years. Waited until she graduated to marry. Kept our relationship hidden until it was “appropriate.” And we still faced decades of judgment. Still sacrificed my career. Still heard the whispers.**But we had each other, forty years together and you.**So here is what I need you to know: the scandal will fade. The videos will become old news. The
The Professor’s Canvas 028:
My father dies at 1:47 AM.I’m not there.I’m in an empty hostel room, staring at an unmade bed, when Sofia’s second call comes through.“He is gone, Elena. I’m so sorry. He is gone.”The phone drops. I sink to the floor of a stranger’s room while my world collapses.Sofia finds me twenty minutes later. Drives me to the hospital in silence. My mother won’t look at me when I arrive, she won’t speak. Just sits beside my father’s body holding his cold hand.“I’m sorry Mama. I’m so sorry I wasn’t here…”“You were chasing after that man.” Her voice is dead. “Your father died asking for you and you were not here.”“I didn’t know…”“You never know. You are always somewhere else. Chasing something else.” She finally looks at me. “Go home Elena. I need to be alone with my husband.”“Mama, please…”“Go.”Sofia pulls me away. Back to her apartment. The sun is rising over Valencia by the time we arrive.I don’t cry. The grief is too massive, too consuming. It sits in my chest like a stone.“You s
The Professor’s Canvas 027: Decisions
~Elena’s POV~Sofia reads over my shoulder. “That is a lot of decisions for someone whose father is dying.”“I can’t think about appeals right now…”“Then don’t think, just decide.” She grabs her laptop. “Marina needs an answer. What is it going to be, fight for your degree or let it go?”“If I fight and lose, I will have wasted time and money for nothing.”“And if you don’t fight, you will always wonder if you could have won.”I think about three years of graduate work. My research. My thesis that is ninety percent complete. Everything I sacrificed to get this far.“File the appeal,” I tell Sofia. “Even if it’s hopeless.”She emails Marina immediately.My phone rings. Unknown number. I almost ignore it, then answer. “Hello?”“Miss Vega? This is Professor Reyes from the ethics committee.” His voice is careful. “I’m calling off the record. Against protocol, frankly. But I felt you should know, the committee met this evening. We have reviewed all the evidence. David Chen’s confession. C
The Professor’s Canvas 026: The Aftermath
~Elena’s POV~“I was running from Madrid.” Mateo’s words hang in the sterile air. “There was another complaint last year. Before I came to Barcelona.”My hand slips from his.“Another student?” My father’s voice is steel despite his weakness.“A colleague, another professor.” Mateo won’t look at me. “We were both teaching at Universidad Complutense. She filed a complaint claiming I made unwanted advances. Created a hostile work environment.”“Did you?” I hear myself ask.“No, we had an affair. A consensual one. She was going through a divorce, I was lonely. When I ended it, she retaliated with the complaint.”“Convenient,” my father says. “Blaming the woman.”“It’s the truth. The university investigated and found insufficient evidence, but my department head suggested I take a visiting position elsewhere while things cooled down.” Mateo finally looks at me. “Barcelona was supposed to be a fresh start. No entanglements. No complications.”“Until me.”“Until you.”My mother speaks from
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