Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Then my hand knocked a model, and Carol of the Bells
began playing, and I knew it was the ice rink adorned with
little trees and ice skaters.
I almost smiled. It was the Christmas village. Two boxes
of components.
How did…
Footsteps pounded down the hallway, and I heard my
mother call down to Arion, sounding completely different than
she did last night. I veered around the boxes and opened the
door, peeking my head out.
“Ari, is that you?”
“I’m getting my shower,” she said as she passed me.
“Did you get the snow village for me?” I inquired. I
wanted to thank her if she did.
But she just barked back at me. “I said ask Mom. I have no
idea where it is.”
Okay. Wasn’t her then. I ducked back into my room,
scratching my head.
What the hell was going on?
“Hey, sweetie,” my mom greeted, entering my room. “Did
you have a good night?”
Jesus, no. My mind flashed to what I’d heard with her and
my dad—how they both sounded like they were killing each
other. GGod, the things my father said…
GGrowing up, I remembered them fighting, but I’d been
gone a long time, it seemed.
“Are…are you okay?” I asked hesitantly as she moved
about my room, probably making my bed, because she still
thought I needed help. “Last night, I mean. I thought I heard
—”
“Oh, did Ari get the village for you?” She cut me off.
“That was nice of her. See, she does love you.”