9:03 PM, Kauai, Hawaii The air conditioner purrs at a crisp 69 degrees, wrestling the sultry Kauai humidity that clings like a second skin in our beachside suite at the Grand Hyatt. I’m sprawled across the king bed, phone glowing in my hand, scrolling mindlessly. To my left, Maya, my twelve-year-old daughter, is curled up on her twin bed, engrossed in her own screen, her dark hair spilling across the pillow. Through the wide-open sliding glass doors, Addison’s laughter dances in from the pati...