"Like hell it doesn't." Amy's eyes narrowed dangerously as her eyes darted from her foster grandson to the harlot that had jumped awake as well, hand sliding under the pillow. When their eyes met, Josephine swore and quickly moved away from Elijah. "Amy, it's true. This isn't what it looks like!" The older woman put one hand on her hip, glaring daggers at the younger woman. "Get out of my house." Her voice was low and her knuckles were white around the handle of the steaming mug of coffee. "I offer you a home because you are my son's fiancee and I find you in bed with another man?!" 
"[i]Ex[/i]-fiancee."
"You are now. Now get out." She stepped to the side and gestured for her to leave.