I trusted a long-time online friend who introduced me to a “lucrative short-term trading opportunity.” I didn’t realize I was being groomed. By the time I wired the full $62,000, the signs were all there—but I ignored them. He disappeared, and so did the platform. The shame kept me silent—until my sister insisted I reach out to Francesca. I resisted at first, but eventually I did. Francesca’s team listened without judgment. They moved quickly. They outlined what could and couldn’t be done. I appreciated their honesty more than anything. It wasn’t instant—but they didn’t give up. Three months later, most of the funds were back in my account. It still feels unreal. Francesca helped me pick up the pieces—and reminded me that trust, while breakable, can also be rebuilt.