A grandmother’s Monday morning turned into a scene nobody in Clayton, North Carolina should ever have to imagine. Robie Annette Sanders, a 65-year-old woman, was found brutally stabbed inside her apartment at the Heritage Court Apartments on 509 E. Main St. — and the man now charged with her murder is her own son.
Clayton Police officers rushed to the scene just before 11 a.m. after getting a call about a woman in distress. When they arrived, they found Robie suffering from multiple stab wounds. Despite their efforts, there was nothing anyone could do. She was pronounced dead right there at the scene, in the very place she called home.

It’s the kind of news that stops a whole community cold. A mother — somebody’s everything — gone in the most violent and unthinkable way. And the person authorities say is responsible isn’t a stranger off the street. It’s 43-year-old Michael Corteze Sanders, her own flesh and blood, who now faces a first-degree murder charge in connection with her death.
Neighbors and onlookers at the Heritage Court Apartments were left shaken as police tape went up and investigators moved through the complex. For a quiet Monday morning, everything changed real fast. The kind of violence that took Robie’s life doesn’t just leave a mark on a family — it leaves a scar on an entire neighborhood.
An autopsy has been scheduled, though authorities have not yet officially confirmed the exact cause of death beyond the stab wounds. The motive behind the attack is still very much under active investigation, and police haven’t released many additional details as the case continues to unfold.
What makes this story hit even harder is the love that people had for this woman. Friends and family are grieving deeply, trying to wrap their heads around how something so horrible could happen to someone they cared so much about. Robie Annette Sanders deserved so much better than what Monday brought her.
As Clayton investigators work to piece together exactly what led to that apartment on E. Main Street becoming a crime scene, the community is left holding onto the memory of a 65-year-old woman who should still be here today. For those who knew and loved Robie, no arrest, no charge, and no court date will ever fill the hole her absence leaves behind.