Demona felt Eddie's hand drop from hers, and she glanced over at him immediately. It wasn't often that he dropped her hand unless necessary, and while part of her wondered just what had caused it, deep in her gut, she knew. It was clear he hadn't been at the grave in a while, given the overgrowth, and while she wanted to know why, she knew she had no immediate reason to ask. If Eddie deemed it worth telling, he would tell her, but much like many other secrets he was keeping currently, she didn't see how it was important at the moment.

"Hey, take your time." Smiling back at him, Demona moved closer to the grave before crouching down in front of it. Her jeans meant the dirt was going to be embedded in the fabric for the moment, but she didn't mind. It was a small price to pay for the moment, and it wasn't the first time she would've had to wash grave dirt out of her clothes. A hand reached over to the stone, grasping to vines gently before pulling them off the name. The moon illuminated the stone like it was made of glass, and a few more hand strokes had the vines dropped to either side of the memorial. It was then that Demona reached forward, using her fingers to dig the dirt resting in the name etched in it out, voice quiet as she spoke to Eddie's mother.

"I'm sorry I haven't been by to visit, my parents dragged me back to California. I wrote, but I was in such a hurry to get back here, I forgot the letters under my bed. I know, it wasn't necessary, but you deserved to know the truth of why I left, too. I tried to send them, but . . . well, I told you how my dad is. He wouldn't even let me send any to Eddie, let alone you. But I promised you I'd be back, and I wasn't about to break that promise."

Her hands folded in her lap, eyes locked on the stone. She knew Eddie was behind her, but for a moment, it was like she was talking to an old friend. And in a sense, she was. Sure, she had never met Elizabeth in person, but she had been at that same exact spot so many times and had heard so many stories from both Eddie and Wayne, it felt as if she practically knew her. She just hoped that Elizabeth would've liked her better than Al did, especially with how often she had ended up in front of her.