Noah rubbed his thumb gently over her knuckles. "Fifteen years is a very long time. You were very young, then." He tipped his head to the side, looking at her face; candlelight was very kind to everyone, and he couldn't judge just how old she was. "Seventeen? Eighteen?"
Her life experiences put her relatively close to his own age, though younger by a couple of years; she certainly wasn't older.
At least, that's when they think it happened. Given Lisa's work in troubled areas of the world, that meant his death had possibly been a messy, horrible one. Little wonder she'd not said anything.