Omie Lee Silar and her mamma Kate were descended from a line of women with the Sight—a knowing of things to come, of secrets hidden beneath life’s surface. Midwives and healers, they used their gifts to lessen the suffering of those living and those spirits hovering between. Had Omie been able to read the portents at the bottom of her own teacup, she might have borne less suffering herself. Perhaps when she saw, as her mother predicted, the face of the man she was to marry, she only sensed the sweetness that overlaid the sorrows to come.