#(cami)

Ashton cleared his threat and knocked softly on the doorframe of the room where the blonde was sitting. "Mrs. Mikaelson? Sorry to bother you at home, your husband let me in on his way out." He nervously rubbed his hands together as he entered the room. "I-I'm... I don't know where to begin." He shook his head, fighting the millions of different things he could tell her. It felt like he was always in a constant battle with himself. "I need help."