Gloves together, Luc felt his child squeeze harder as they skated in Central Park. Suddenly, their grip slipped and the father saw his son laying on the ice, motionless. He felt shivers takeover his body. There was shouting, but it was just noise. Luc’s lips shuddered, he couldn't scream for help. A crowd was forming, but it wasn’t around him. He could hear sirens getting louder from every direction, but they weren’t approaching him. Nobody cared about the tall, brown, middle aged man and his child. The crowd went on about its day, dispersing quicker than wind. As the father held his son in…