For more than a week, Edith Hernandez, born and raised in Juncos, couldn't face this changed landscape. She didn't leave the house. Nor did she speak to her son because the cellphone service was only reachable by driving to overpasses along the highway to San Juan. Messages were passed to him by tho
"It wasn't just shock, I was also paralyzed by desperation," Edith Hernandez says now through an interpreter, her son leaning over a chair next to her in the small, immaculate dining room, a pan of pork chops simmering in the kitchen. "That storm was a ferocious animal. When the wind started, it nev