Alice Headley has a solid faith, a strong sense of family, and a business partner who shares her artistic ideals--a guy who just happens to be her childhood sweetheart. But she also has a perfect boyfriend--the man she's been dating for two years--so when he pops the question, she can't believe her answer isn't an automatic yes.
Moments after his surprise proposal, Alice takes a tumble down the restaurant's staircase. A fall that leaves her with a nasty head bump and some very strange side effects: Visions of three female ancestors, figures who seem as real as the women Alice remembers from childhood experiences and family stories. They must be illusions, but she can't deny the truth behind their personal stories of heartbreak and love.
Is this a trick of the mind? Or God's way of saying her heart belongs with someone else--the youthful love she consigned to the past?