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Whitney Houston was destined to become as revered as her godmother, Aretha Franklin, before drugs and a toxic marriage caused her to hit rock bottom. A look at the pop icon's rise and fall, and her final days, when it looked like Houston was going to make a comeback:

"[Clive Davis] enlisted Diane Warren to create songs for a new album. Warren tells me that she put herself in Houston’s mind when she wrote a song about struggle and rebirth, entitled 'I Didn’t Know My Own Strength.' As soon as Whitney heard the lyrics—'I thought I’d never make it through, I had no hope to hold on to I was not meant to break'—she told Warren that she’d written her life.

"But Warren and David Foster weren’t sure that Whitney had the vocal strength to sing it. In the end, she not only sang it, says Warren, 'she sang the shit out of it.' According to Gary Catona, 75 percent of Whitney’s vocal strength had returned by the time of her appearance at the American Music Awards in November 2009. When she came onstage in a white gown, singing the Warren song, the crowd leapt to its feet. 'The buzz was: Holy shit!' says Warren. 'It was one of the best performances I’d ever seen. It was: Whitney is back!'"

Inside the groundbreaking investigation by Columbia professor James Liebman, on the case of Carlos DeLuna, who was executed in 1989 for a crime he didn't commit:

"At the trial, DeLuna's defence team told the jury that Carlos Hernandez, not DeLuna, was the murderer. But the prosecutors ridiculed that suggestion. They told the jury that police had looked for a 'Carlos Hernandez' after his name had been passed to them by DeLuna's lawyers, without success. They had concluded that Hernandez was a fabrication, a 'phantom' who simply did not exist. The chief prosecutor said in summing up that Hernandez was a 'figment of DeLuna's imagination.'

"Four years after DeLuna was executed, Liebman decided to look into the DeLuna case as part of a project he was undertaking into the fallibility of the death penalty. He asked a private investigator to spend one day – just one day – looking for signs of the elusive Carlos Hernandez."

[Fiction] When one person loves the other just a little more:

"William was tall and thin and shy and awkward in school. His best social tool was that he played the piano, and so was recruited for school musicals, which placed him at rehearsals and cast parties with kids he would otherwise scarcely have known. He thought he would be either a pianist or a physicist, although he didn’t know anyone in Montana who did those things professionally. His piano teacher was a banker’s widow who gave lessons in her lace-curtained house, and his physics teacher was primarily the wrestling coach. But William could imagine another kind of life."