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Lindsay had been wearing a necklace like that in the crash.  He spun it on its chain like a talisman, in much the same way that Darcy used her Aunt Millie’s ring.  Like a talisman.  Something to center himself with. 
    She was a little puzzled by his reaction when she mentioned his friend’s death.  Everyone reacted differently to that stuff, she supposed.  Being around death a lot herself, because of her gift, she had seen people scream, cry, argue, and even shrug like Alan had just now.
    “My goodness,” Rosie said, just noticing the ring Alan was holding on its chain.  “Why are you wearing your wedding ring around your neck?  Did they take it off you after the accident?”
    “No, nothing like that,” he answered.   “Lindsay and I agreed to wear our rings like this.  It was a tradition in my family dating back to World War Two when the Nazi’s had a habit of liberating jewelry from people to pay for their war effort.”  He smiled and held his ring up.  “She liked the tradition so much she insisted on doing it with me.”
    The lights in the room glinted off the curved surface of the steel ring.  Darcy could see there was an inscription on the inside but she couldn’t see what it said.  She thought back to the one Lindsay had been wearing.  Matching wedding bands worn on necklaces.  She thought that was a sweet tradition to have.  She hoped she and Jon would develop their own traditions when they started their life together as husband and wife.
    “Did the doctor tell you anything about my Lindsay’s condition?” Rosie asked after another long moment of silence.
    Alan had gone back to watching Lindsay with fierce intensity.  He sat there silently staring at his wife for so long that Darcy thought he wasn’t going to answer Rosie at all.  Finally he nodded, but did not turn his head as he spoke.  “He said her arm is broken.  There was internal bleeding.  They’ve fixed her up inside and set her cast.  Between the concussion and the anesthesia they gave her for the surgery they just aren’t sure when she’s going to wake up.”
    “Oh, my,” Rosie said, pressing her knuckles to her lips.
    “I’m surprised they don’t have someone watching her,” Darcy wondered.
    “The monitors display directly out at the nurse’s station, from what I understand,” Alan said.  “Plus, I haven’t left her side.  I won’t leave her side.  Not until she wakes up.”
    Rosie resettled her hands in her lap, fidgeting with her fingers.  “I’m so glad my daughter has someone like you in her life.  The distance we put between us…I wish it hadn’t been that way.  Now this has happened.  I nearly lost her.  I just can’t imagine what would have happened—”
    “Do the police have any information on the other driver?” Alan asked, cutting Rosie off.
    “Uh, no,” Darcy said, biting back a comment about Alan’s rudeness.  He was probably not in his right frame of mind, after all.  Still, Rosie jerked in surprise to be cut off like that, and a frown settled into place on her face.  Darcy hoped her new son-in-law acted friendlier once he knew his wife was out of danger.  “My fiancé is a detective with the police in Misty Hollow,” she explained.  “He says they’ll know more once they run the license plates on the car he disappeared from.”
    Alan ‘s dark green eyes narrowed as Darcy explained what Jon had told her.  “A police detective, you said?  Your fiancé is a police detective?”
    “Yes.  He’s one of the best.  He’ll figure out who did this to you.  I can promise you that.”
    Alan tugged hard on his necklace, then turned his attention back to his wife.  “That’s good.  I wouldn’t want whoever did this to Lindsay to get away with it.”
    Darcy could hear the tension in his voice.  “You know, we can watch over Lindsay for you if you’d like to get some rest.  You got pretty beat up in the car accident, too.  Some rest would probably do you