There were better things to do at midnight than to be crouched over luggage bags, sorting dirty clothes from clean clothes, toys, souvenirs, and all the things it took to survive two weeks in Hawaii with four kids, but Kyan was done. He didn’t want to wake up to this disaster, so he shuffled around the living room like the Hunchback until he had the kids’ empty luggage lined up neatly by the garage door, ready for storage, a load of laundry running in the washer, and all their trinkets in piles