Tough Love
by Kristen Esselment She checked her clipboard and whispered his name aloud: Mark Anthony Niemann. She gaped with wonder at the tiny, bawling infant. He was perfect; pure; flawless. They always were, yet it never ceased to amaze her. She smiled through the glass at his scrunched-up, howling face. Hello, Mark. I’m Trixi. You don’t know…