“Tell me what your truth is?” I say softly, not wanting to break the spell of the moment. “You can’t take a shot until you break your bow.” “What does it mean?” Connor moves his hand, covering mine completely. “It means you have to pull back on the bow, use all your might to fight against the strain in your arm as you’re going for what you want. It means that if you don’t break the bow, you can’t ever go forward and hit the target.”
