Prominent heart surgeon, Sierra Norton, performed minor miracles on a daily basis, but never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she would live one. From the first moment she opened the tiny chest of three-year-old Brooklyn MacArthur, she'd felt an inexplicable connection. So when the child's father called three years later, panicked about his daughter's infection, it took a little persuasion to convince Sierra to drop everything and fly 4,500 miles from Atlanta to Hawaii.

When lightning struck the Boeing 767, the aircraft plunged, swirled through turbulence, catapulting Sierra headfirst into the fuselage. She awakened with a jolt to the thunderous roar of antiquated engines preparing for decent. As she peered out the window she could barely make out the devastating panorama beneath. Black smoke belched from the harbor where dozens of ships, some scarcely afloat, clung to the surface consumed in a sweltering blaze. She recognized the view immediately, not from memory, but rather history books - there was no mistaking the attack on Pearl Harbor.

In a whirlwind blur, Sierra's courage, skill, and passion challenges her sanity as she guides a medical team to save the life of a five-star general and in the process she converges with her own providence. Was it Brooklyn MacArthur, her handsome father Trent, or the child's great-grandfather, Will, who steals Sierra's heart? Or is it the merging of three strong women that determines her destiny?