In the chaos after the quake, Marie Lud Francois sent her two older children to an orphanage. But months later, her house remains in ruins, money is scarce, and hopes of bringing them home remain dim. She woke before dawn to get the charcoal going. The tents and rusted shacks on Ruelle Porcelaine were quiet. A faint mist drifted down on the tarps as she boiled a bit of fish and sweet potato in a …

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