Marissa Rose has spent 14 years as a paramedic — chased out of houses, holding arterial bleeds with her bare hands and sent alone to crashes in the middle of nowhere on her first day on the job. But long before the ambulance, she was a little girl making tea at four years old, hands shaking, never knowing if it would be good enough.

In Part 2, the conversation goes to the darkest places: the hangings that stay with you, the jobs you can't leave at work, the night Marissa had a date set, a plan made and a wedding anniversary picked. What pulled her back wasn't a hotline or a hospital. It was horses.