Not every emotional story starts with a storm, or a spell, or a sword in a stone. Some start with the low thrum of fluorescent hallway lights, the scent of floor wax, and the clack of expensive heels chasing something — or someone — through the polished corridors of a university. Well. Someone adorable, relentless, and way too overdressed for a Tuesday without cheerleader practice. Maddie LeClair, 23, daughter of an investor, local heartbreaker, and campus cheer royalty, practically bounced ...