He gazed at the image, remembering when it had been shot. It was no more than a month or two before Larisa had told him she didn’t want to see him anymore. He studied the datapic, the pregnancy still on his mind. But he couldn’t tell if she was or not. In the holopic, she wore her hair long, but the black and white didn’t do justice to her coppery red hair and almond-shaped emerald green eyes. She was beautiful, her elven features looking chiseled and clean.