Chapter 689

Madeleine's apartment. After dropping the kids off at the Hale family, Madeleine carefully came back home, not entirely sure if that nutjob Robert was still lurking around. This place was her and Beckett's home. The last thing she wanted was for Robert to tear it up like some kind of maniac. She quietly pushed open the front door and peeked in. Living room looked dead quiet. Not a soul in sight. Did he crash in the bedroom? Grabbing the baseball bat from the doorway, Madeleine crept toward the bedroom. "Robert?" No answer. She pushed open the bedroom door and let out a silent breath. Empty. No sign of the psycho anywhere. She turned on the lights and sank into the couch in the living room, pulling out her phone to text Beckett. Even if he never texted back, maybe didn't even check his phone lately, she still sent him a couple messages every day. How's your day? Missed me yet? Cuz I really miss you. Just little daily check-ins, but she knew they helped him hang in there. She could imagi