Excerpt: Trinity

Chapter One
I didn’t wear mascara to my brother’s funeral. I’d learn that lesson last year at Mom and Dad’s when I looked like a psychic racoon within minutes of the service starting.
Not that it would matter. For some reason I hadn’t cried yet over Sam’s death. Liv thought I was still in shock over his so called suicide, but I think it’s because I’m too pissed off to grieve for him.
Suicide? Yah, right. I squinted as a streak of bright sunlight gleamed off the mahogany coffin and blinded me. I slid the sunglasses clutched in my hand on. God, it must be hot inside the coffin.
Behind the safety of the dark tinted lenses, my attention drift over the crowded service. The minister spoke in his monotone voice, leading us all by the hand down memory lane and through happier times. As my concentration floated back and forth between his words and watching the crowd, I realized he didn’t talk about Mom and Dad. Or about Sam’s death. Yah, suicide wasn’t a hot topic these days for the man of cloth. Not that I minded, since I know Sam didn’t kill himself.