She smiled again. "You're very kind. I was young when I became involved with my causes, but I was out of my teens when I met and married Scott." Lisa looked down at their hands for a moment, at his thumb moving over her knuckles. She spoke quietly, but with no sadness in her voice. It was still there, from time to time, a pang of loss for someone she'd loved very deeply. With this conversation, it was with fondness and no regret.
"I was twenty-two and he was thirty-one, and the Cairo sun was very hot the day we got married. Very simple, no fuss. Then we were off to another part of the world completely."
Lisa looked up at him again, smile fading just a little. "I was a widow at twenty-four, Noah. I was in Milan at the time, visiting family." She had felt numb for weeks after the news. Driven to try to find him, to confirm for herself, but unsuccessful until much later, and the numbness persisted.